When Kurt and Blaine arrived at Lima General Hospital, Andrea Anderson was waiting for them outside the building. She leaned against the side of the building and waved to them as they passed by her in their car. The couple parked quickly before rushing over to the woman who stood patiently by the doors.

"Sorry we're late," Kurt said, a little out of breath from running over. "We got stuck in traffic on the way here."

"That's alright," Andrea assured, drawing Kurt into a hug in greeting. "I've only been here a few minutes myself."

"Have you been up yet?" Blaine asked before also hugging his coven mother.

"Yes and no," she said. "I went up to see him, but they wouldn't let me go into Burt's room without Kurt's permission."

"How come?" Blaine asked his soulmate.

"Remember the night you told me everything about Sebastian?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded and let him continue. "You told me that you thought that he was behind our attacks. I didn't want him or anyone he hired to come here and kill him, so I told the nurses not to let anyone in without me or having me give them permission in person," he explained.

"You never told me that," Blaine said.

"No," Kurt replied with a laugh. "I was still pretty wary of you when you told me, and it never really came up since you've never been here," he explained.

"It makes sense though," Blaine mused. "Sebastian probably would have tried to come back since his mission was to kill you both, but if you told the nurses that, then he wouldn't have been able to. I don't think he would have tried, either. He wouldn't want to make a scene there."

"Gods, why did Sebastian even want us both dead in the first place?" Kurt asked quietly. "He never explained it to me yesterday. All he said was that he wanted to get you back."

"Sebastian was pure evil, Kurt. And he probably wanted you dead simply because he hated faeries and other supernatural beings of any and all kind. For some reason he just hated faeries the most, and since you and your father are the only ones in Lima, you were his target," Andrea explained.

"I just don't understand how you could hate someone so much," Kurt said, shaking his head. After a minute, he clapped his hands and asked, "Well, should we go in? Visiting hours will be over soon and I don't know how much time you need to do your thing."

"It shouldn't take much time," Andrea said. "We can be in and out in about half an hour."

The Andersons followed Kurt to the ICU where his father was being held. Kurt walked there almost on autopilot, having been there countless times in the last couple of months. He couldn't believe that he would actually have his father back in less than a week. Kurt felt himself wanting to cry in joy at the thought; he'd missed his father so much in the time he'd been in the hospital, and it almost felt like a dream to be getting him back.

"Here we are," he said as he stopped in front of a closed door. "They only let in two at a time, so would it be okay if you just wait out here?" Kurt asked his soulmate.

Blaine nodded. "Of course," he said. "I'll be fine."

"Thanks," Kurt whispered. He leaned in to press a small, chaste kiss on Blaine's lips before turning around and opening the door to his father's room.

The sight of his father looking so small and pale and hooked up to so many machines never failed to slap Kurt in the face, no matter how many times he sees it. He rounded the bed before standing next to it and grabbing his father's hand like he did every time.

Andrea stood on the opposite side of the bed and looked at Kurt. "Tell me again what the doctors said?" she asked sweetly.

"Well, they said that a heavy object landed on his head and that there was some swelling in his brain. They put him into the coma to try to reduce that and they've also done some treatments, but none of it had seemed to work so far. They also said that there were some hairline fractures in his skull that were a result of whatever fell on him. Dr. Wolff said he had a TBI as well."

"Okay. And how long has he been in the hospital?" she asked.

"Since mid-November," Kurt said. "So a about a month and a half."

"Okay. I'm just going to do my best to assess your dad for myself, now. I may be a healer, but all that medical stuff just makes no sense to me," Andrea laughed.

"So how does it work?" Kurt asked. "How do you assess someone?"

"It's sort of like meditation, almost," Andrea replied. "I just have to concentrate all of my energy and focus onto your father, and I get a pretty clear picture of what's wrong with them. It doesn't generally take long, unless it's hard for me to get a read on someone, but that rarely ever happens."

"Okay," Kurt said. "Go ahead then, if you're ready." He stood back from the bed a bit to give her room but still kept his hold on his father's hand.

Andrea put her hands on either side of Burt's head before closing her eyes and whispering something that Kurt couldn't make out. After a few minutes, she furrowed her eyebrows in what looked like confusion.

"Kurt? Does your father have magic too?" she asked without opening her eyes.

"Yes and no. All faeries have magic, but a lot can't use it. My dad has never used magic like my mother or I."

"Well, it seems like he is using his magic, in a way. I can sense something is healing your father already," she said.

"Really?" Kurt asked excitedly.

"Yes," Andrea replied. She let go of Burt's head and opened her eyes. "It isn't a lot, but it's there."

"If he's healing himself, then how come none of the doctors or nurses have noticed anything?" he asked.

"He shows no outward progress at all, but the work his magic has done is such a small amount that even the most observant person wouldn't be able to notice."

"Oh."

"It will help me to finish healing him, though," Andrea said. "His magic will give mine a boost and I should be able to do it faster than I thought."

"That's great," Kurt smiled. "Do you know what you need to do, then?"

"Yes, I have a pretty clear picture of your father's condition now. Brain injuries are tough business a lot of times, but I have some experience, and with your father's magic, he should heal nicely."

"Gods, Andrea, thank you," he gushed. Kurt walked around the bed to the side she was on before gathering her into a bone crushing hug. He felt tears gather in his eyes as he spoke. "I can't thank you enough for what you're doing for me. For us," he said.

Andrea patted Kurt's back softly. "I know, sweetie. You're welcome," she said sweetly.

After a moment, Kurt pulled away and wiped at his wet eyes. "Are we still on for Wednesday?" he asked.

Andrea nodded in agreement.

"Okay. I need to go get some things ready then," he said.

"Of course, honey. Tell Blaine to call me if you need anything, alright?" Kurt nodded. "Okay. I need to get going and get things ready myself, but I'll see you on Wednesday."

"Okay. Bye, Andrea," Kurt said with a wave. As she walked out, Kurt went back to his side of the bed and sat down before taking Burt's hand in his. Blaine walked in not long after.

"Andrea filled me in," he said as he sat down on the arm of Kurt's chair. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm just… so indescribably happy right now," Kurt said with a smile, turning to face his mate. "I don't know how you felt about your family, but I feel like I can't live without my dad sometimes."

"I know, I felt the same way about my family too. I'm glad you get to have yours back."

"Blaine… I'm sorry," Kurt frowned, remembering that his mate would never be able to see his own family ever again.

"Don't be," Blaine said, shaking his head. "I have a family now too. You are my family."

Kurt smiled. "Sap," he laughed.

"You know it," Blaine said. He leaned down and captured Kurt's lips between his own. "Should we get going?" he asked after pulling away. "You need to get things ready, right?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah. We have to stop by my house really quickly to get dad's stuff for when he wakes up," he said.

"That's fine."

"Okay. I'm ready to go then," Kurt said as he stood up.

"Okay."

The two left the hospital in relative silence, neither saying anything to one another. During the drive to his house, Kurt made a mental list of what he would need to get. The drive back was pretty short, and Kurt thought he had come up with a good idea of the things he needed to grab. He and Blaine walked into the cold house together, and immediately Kurt set off on finding everything.

It took some time to find certain things, but in the end he found everything he'd wanted and more. He came back downstairs with an armload of things to find Blaine waiting by the stairs for him.

"What did you get?" Blaine asked, eyeing the large pile of things in his mate's arms.

"Clothes, insurance stuff, money, his wallet," Kurt rattled off. He made his way into the kitchen with the haul to find a plastic grocery bag to put it all in.

"Do you think he'll need all that?" Blaine asked.

"Probably," Kurt replied while putting everything into the bag. "He won't need the clothes right away because they probably won't be released for a few days, but the other stuff I think he'll need for sure."

"Okay. Is that all you needed from here then?"

"Yep." Kurt said. "Ready to get going?" He tied the bag so nothing would fall out.

"Mhm," Blaine hummed. He took Kurt's hand as they walked out the door and to the car to head back to Blaine's.

Over the next day and a half, Kurt prepared as best he could for his father to wake up and come home. He double checked that he had everything he thought his dad would need and called Andrea multiple times to make sure she was positive she was ready and to thank her a million more times. He also thought of how he would break the news of Blaine and the Andersons to Burt. Kurt decided, after much thought, to wait until the doctors said he was stable to tell him anything, just in case. He and Blaine talked over exactly what he would say and how he would explain it to his father.

Wednesday morning, Kurt was frantic. He was running around Blaine's house, making sure that everything was ready and perfect. He called Andrea to confirm the time (twice). He was a big ball of nerves and Blaine was afraid that he was going to freak out if he didn't calm down.

"Kurt, sweetheart, stop for a second," Blaine insisted as he grabbed Kurt by the shoulders.

"Blaine, let me go. I need to-"

"No, Kurt. Everything is ready and has been for the past two hours. Everything is going to be fine. You need to calm down before you hurt yourself," Blaine pleaded. He walked Kurt back to the couch and pushed on his shoulders until the teen sat down.

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I can't help it."

"I know," Blaine smiled. "I think it's wonderful that you want to help your dad, but you need to take a breather right now. Everything is fine and ready, okay?"

"Okay," Kurt breathed. Blaine sat next to him on the couch and gathered him into a hug.

"Thank you," he said.

After a moment, Kurt asked, "What time is it?"

Blaine huffed a laugh and pulled away from the hug. "It's just a little after noon," he said. "We don't need to head to the hospital for another hour or so."

That hour or so felt more like an eternity to Kurt. He stayed on the couch for most of it to please Blaine, but when they were about the leave he double checked everything one last time. They left at one; Andrea had agreed to meet them there at 1:30 to get started. The drive to the hospital took about 15 minutes, but when they arrived, Andrea was already there.

"Are you guys ready?" she asked in lieu of greeting.

"Yes," Kurt said. "Are you?"

"I believe so," Andrea nodded. "Shall we get this show on the road then?"

Kurt nodded excitedly and smiled before leading them up to his father's room. Again, Blaine waited outside the room for the two to be finished. He knew that he wouldn't be going into the room anytime soon, though, as Kurt didn't want his dad to see him and freak out before the doctors did tests on him. He told Kurt and Andrea that he was happy to wait in the family room for them, which is exactly what he did.

In Burt's room, Kurt sat next to his father's bed and held the man's hand in between his own. Andrea stayed on the other side of the bed.

"Kurt, when I do this, your father may show signs of waking up very early on in the process, but I don't want you to freak out and try to get me out of the room so he doesn't see me. He won't wake up until some time after I finish, okay?" Andrea said.

"Okay," Kurt replied. "I promise not to interfere."

Andrea nodded her thank you to him before turning slightly to face Burt. She put her hands on either side of his head and closed her eyes like she did when she assessed him a few days prior. After a moment, Kurt heard her saying something in another language before he saw a faint light emanating from her hands where she touched Burt. The language sounded like the one she used two days prior, but the light was entirely gasped in awe at the beauty of it; it was quite similar to his own magic in the way that it lit up.

His focus was pulled away from Andrea when he felt his father's hand twitch in his own. Instantly, Kurt felt tears of joy well up in his eyes as a huge smiled split his face. He looked back up to his dad and saw that his eyes were moving rapidly under his eyelids, something they'd never done previously.

"Oh my gods," he whispered to himself. "It's working!" He laughed in glee and squeezed his father's hand tightly.

Andrea ignored him and continued speaking softly for a few minutes while Burt visibly looked healthier than he ever had. The whole process took a little under ten minutes, with Kurt crying softly the entire time.

When Andrea pulled away from Burt, she smiled down at the teen. "That's it," she said. "He should be waking up soon, so I'll go find a nurse and have her come down."

"Okay," Kurt smiled. "I can't thank you enough. If there's anything you ever need, don't be afraid to ask me, okay? It's the least I can do," he said.

"Of course, sweetie. I'll go wait with Blaine until you're ready to come get us."

Kurt nodded before turning back to his father. Andrea chuckled softly and quietly exited the room.

Kurt made sure that he had water for his dad when he woke up, since his throat would most likely be dry and hoarse from not being used. He located the button to call the nurse too, just in case Andrea didn't find one when he needed in time.

After another ten minutes or so of waiting, Kurt felt Burt's hand twitch again before he heard the man groan. His head whipped up just in time to see Burt's eyes open and squint as they adjusted to the light.

"Dad?" Kurt asked softly, choking back a sob. "Daddy?"

"Why's it so bright?" Burt asked, voice hoarse and scratchy.

Hearing his dad's voice, Kurt let out the sob that he held back earlier.

"Kurt? What's wrong, kiddo?" his dad scratched out, finally opening his eyes all the way.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just really happy to hear your voice," Kurt smiled. He wiped his tears away quickly and tried to compose himself. He grabbed the small cup of water off the table next to him and held the straw to Burt's lips. "Drink," he said.

Burt complied and took a few sips of the water before gesturing to Kurt that he didn't want any more.

"So, I'm in the hospital, ain't I?" Burt asked.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah," he said softly. "Let me call a nurse to explain everything to you." Kurt leaned up to where the button to call the nurse's station was before pressing it a few times. He sat back down and took his dad's hand back in his own. The nurse knocked on the door a few times a minute later before coming in.

"What can I do for you Mr. Hummel?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the paper she was reading. When she got no response, the nurse looked up and saw Burt awake. "Oh my stars," she gasped. "You're awake."

Kurt nodded happily. "He just woke up," he told her with a smile.

"Well, by golly, I was not expecting this today," she smiled. "Let me go get Dr. Wolff for you so we can run some tests," she said cheerfully before skipping out of the room to find his dad's doctor.

"Why do you all sound so surprised to see me awake?" Burt asked confusedly.

"You've, um, you've been in a coma for a while, and no one thought you'd ever wake up," Kurt said softly, unable to meet his dad's eyes.

"How long is a while, Kurt?"

"Since mid-November," Kurt confessed.

"And today is?"

"Today's December 28th."

Kurt finally looked up at his dad and saw that his eyes were wide in surprise. Neither got to say anything else before Dr. Wolff came into the room out of breath.

"I don't believe it," she said, eyes roaming over Burt's prone figure. "This shouldn't be possible."

The doctor looked dumbstruck, causing Burt to look at his son accusingly. The "What did you do?" was silent but heavily implied.

The doctor immediately started a physical exam on Burt while asking him questions about how he was feeling. Burt replied to all of them that he felt fine, better than, even. The doctor just shook her head in astonishment with every response.

"Well, I sure as hell can't explain it, but you in much better condition than I ever hoped for," she said. "Do you know why you're here, Burt?" she asked him. Burt shook his head, prompting the doctor to explain what happened. "You had an accident at your tire shop," she said. "A relatively small but heavy piece of metal machinery fell from the ceiling and landed on your head. Your employees called 911 and our squad went and got you and brought you back here. When you arrived, you had some major external and internal bleeding the was stopped upon arrival, but you also had some pretty impressive swelling in your brain. We did all sorts of treatments for you, but none of them helped reduce it at all. And, frankly, I'm shocked that you are even awake right now, let alone coherent. If I didn't know better, I'd call it a miracle," she laughed. "I'd like to run some scans later today or tomorrow to see if I can figure this out, but for now I'll leave you guys alone." She waved goodbye to them before leaving the room.

Burt's smile fell immediately after the door was closed behind her. "What did you do, Kurt?"

"Dad-"

"Don't 'Dad' me, kiddo. I know you did something to make me wake up, and it sure as hell didn't involve medicine."

"You promise not to be mad at me?" Kurt asked. Burt narrowed his eyes but nodded nonetheless.

"Just tell me, bud."

"I -I used magic to heal you. Well, I didn't use magic, someone else did, but that was the only way I could think to make you better."

Burt's face softened at the statement. "Why did you think I'd be mad at you for that, kiddo? You know I'm not against magic in anyway," Burt said.

"It's not… It's not the magic part you'll be mad at me for. It's who used the magic," he whispered.

"What are you talking about, Kurt?" Burt asked.

"It's easier if I just show you," Kurt sighed. "Please don't be angry with me, Dad. I'll be right back." Kurt squeezed his father's hand one last time before getting up and leaving the room. He easily found the family room and gestured to Blaine and Andrea to follow him. They asked him questions the whole way, but he couldn't find his voice. When they reached the room, he motioned for them to stay outside for a minute. He breathed deeply before going back in.

"Kurt, bud, will you please just tell me what's going on?" Burt asked. He was extremely confused as to why his son was acting the way he was, and he was worried about what the boy had to say.

Kurt cast a worried glance to his father before calling out to the vampires in the hallway. "You guys can come in," he said quietly, just loud enough for them to hear. Blaine walked in first and was immediately at Kurt's side. He smiled down at Burt, who tilted his head in silent confusion.

Andrea came in next. It didn't take long for Burt to recognize the woman, and when he did, he about screamed at her.

"What on earth is that filth doing in here, Kurt?!" he demanded.

"Dad!" Kurt exclaimed.

"It's alright, Kurt," Andrea said softly with an understanding expression.

Burt was positively fuming. "Get out of my room," he said. "Out!"

"Dad, please," Kurt pleaded, trying to make the man calm down.

Burt's head whipped to his son. "What lies has this thing fed you to make you willing to work with her?" he asked. "Did you compel him?" he asked Andrea angrily.

"Dad, stop!" Kurt practically yelled. "Andrea is the reason you're awake right now. If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't be yelling at her right now. She is one of the kindest people I have ever met, and I don't care if you hate me, but she is the one who healed you. She was the one who offered to heal you."

"You and I must be talking about different people here, Kurt, cause this woman is not who you think she is," Burt said stubbornly.

"If I may?" Blaine spoke up. Kurt nodded at him and let him talk. "Mr. Hummel, sir, I would just like to say that you have this all wrong," he said.

"And what do you mean by that?" Burt asked, crossing his arms. His face was red and his voice was laced with anger. He couldn't stop flicking his eyes over to Andrea every few seconds to make sure that the woman wasn't going to harm him or his son.

"You obviously know who Andrea is and what she is, but you are wrong about what kind of person she is. After Joshua Anderson attacked your wife, Andrea was the one that banished him from the family. I know that your judgement is clouded, but none of the Anderson's condone the killing of innocent people in any way. Andrea is one of the kindest people I've ever met, and she is the one offered to heal you. Not because she wanted anything in return, but because she saw how much Kurt was hurting and wanted him to feel better."

"Uh huh," Burt said. "And I should believe you because?"

"You don't have to believe me, sir, but that's the truth."

"Dad, please. You have a right to hate Joshua for what he did to mom, but not them. Blaine and Andrea have never done anything to hurt me, or even remotely suggest that they would. I wouldn't have let them near you unless I could trust them with my life. And I do."

Burt sighed and crossed his arms. "I don't like this," he said with a frown.

"I-I know," Kurt whispered. "But my magic wasn't strong enough to heal you and I needed you back."

Burt sighed again. "C'mere, kid," he said, opening his arms. Kurt smiled a little tearfully before carefully leaning down and hugging his dad. "I'm sorry I exploded," he said.

Kurt laughed. "It's okay," he said. "I understand. I honestly expected it to be worse."

"Yeah, well, if I wasn't connected to all these machines it would have been."

Kurt pulled away. "Well... it still might be," he said slowly, wringing his hands and glancing back at Blaine.

"Do you want me to wait outside?" Andrea asked, knowing what was coming.

Kurt turned to her and nodded slightly. "If you don't mind," he said. "We're only supposed to have two at a time in here anyway."

"Of course," she smiled. "I'll be in the family room," she said.

Kurt gathered her into a hug before she left. "Thank you again," he told her.

"You're welcome," Andrea smiled. After pulling away, she gave the boys a thumbs up and left.

"So, what else you have to tell me, kid?" Burt asked, crossing his arms again. He tried to hide his smirk, already having an idea of where this was going. He knew what his son was going to say, and decided that he was going to have a little fun with it.

"Well, Dad, this is Blaine," Kurt said, gesturing to the man.

"You an Anderson?" Burt asked gruffly.

"Yes, sir," Blaine responded.

Burt nodded. "Mhm. Well, go on," he told Kurt with a nod.

"Um, Blaine… Blaine is my soulmate," Kurt said softly, grabbing Blaine's hand.

"Mhm. How old are you, Blaine?" Burt asked.

"I just turned thirty, sir," Blaine said.

Burt furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "You look a little old to be thirty, kid," he said.

"What are you talking about?" Kurt asked, face scrunched in confusion. If anything, Blaine looked extremely young for someone his age.

"Usually vampires my age look about 15 in human years," Blaine explained to him. "It isn't until they're about 50 that they look like I do."

"Care to explain why that is?" Burt asked.

"I wasn't born like this," Blaine told him. "I was turned when I was 21."

Burt's eyebrows rose in surprise. "And you said you're an Anderson," he asked, unbelieving of the man's words.

Blaine laughed. "Yes, sir. Kurt had that same reaction when I told him. I know it's very rare to be a turned Anderson, but it isn't unheard of."

"Uh huh." Burt said. He paused for a moment, looking between the two before asking, "Have you and my son had sex yet, Blaine?"

"Dad!"

"N-no sir. We haven't been together for very long, and I don't think either of us are really ready to take that step yet."

"You ever killed anyone?"

"Dad!"

"No, sir," Blaine said tersely. It was true, he'd never killed anyone, but he was no saint either.

Burt nodded and uncrossed his arms. "Well, welcome to the family, kid," he said.

Neither man could believe his ears. "What?" Kurt asked. "That's it?"

"What do you want me to say, Kurt? If he's your soulmate, there's nothing I can do to change that. It is what it is." Burt said with a shrug.

"Well," Kurt breathed. "That went better than I planned."

Blaine chuckled softly. "I told you it would."

"Shush, you. I had a right to be worried."

Burt laughed. "What did you think I was gonna do? Keep you from seeing each other?"

"Well…"

"Oh, come on, kiddo. You know I wouldn't do that to you. I have no control over who your mate is whether I like it or not. I'm not gonna keep you from seein' Blaine," he said. "Unless you do something to hurt my son, Blaine, I won't keep you two away."

"Blaine would never hurt me, Dad," Kurt insisted. "In fact, he's probably the only reason I'm alive right now," he said.

"What do you mean?" Burt asked.

"The same day you had your accident, I was attacked at school. The same person set up both attacks but we don't think he did either of them... Someone from school attack me, and I was practically dead when Blaine found me. He gave me his blood, and it healed me, which is the only reason I'm standing here right now."

Burt was fuming, but told Blaine, "Thank you for saving my son, kid," he said simply.

Blaine nodded. "Of course, sir."

"So who was it that set up these attacks?" Burt asked.

Blaine spoke up. "He was a vampire by the name of Sebastian Smythe," he said.

"And this Smythe, he still a threat to my boy?"

"Uh, no, sir," Blaine said hesitantly, glancing at Kurt. "Kurt-"

"I killed him," Kurt interrupted, voice barely above a whisper and unable to meet his father's eyes.

Burt looked to Blaine, who nodded to say that yes, that was the truth. Burt was silent for a moment before speaking. "Then I'm proud of you, son. Damn proud."

Kurt couldn't believe what was was hearing for the second time in less than ten minutes. He whipped his head up to look at the man and send him a questioning look.

"Kid, if he almost killed you and put me in the hospital, then he damn well deserved it. I know how against violence you are, but from the sounds of it you should be proud of yourself too."

"T-thanks?"

"I'm serious, kiddo."

Kurt laughed and nodded. "I know," he said. "I'll try, but no promises."

Burt and Blaine shared a look before laughing themselves. Kurt shook his head in amusement at the two before sitting down for the first time since Burt woke up. He reflected on the last hour or so, ecstatic that his father didn't hate him and that he'd accepted Blaine into the family without question.

Blaine followed his lead, sitting next to Kurt on the large chair that sat next to Burt's bed. It fit both of them easily, but they were still very close. Blaine reached down and took Kurt's hand in his own with a smile. Kurt smiled back at the man and leaned down to put his head on Blaine's shoulder. Burt smiled to himself at the actions.

Blaine may be a vampire and an Anderson to boot, but he was nothing if not gentle and caring with Kurt as Burt's seen so far. He was glad that his son was mated to this man, vampire or not. For the first seventeen years of his son's life, he feared that Kurt's mate would be nothing like him and would be unaccepting of who his son was. But Blaine seemed just the opposite, and for that Burt would forever thank the gods.

"So, what did I miss while I was out of it?" Burt asked. "How's the shop doin'?"

"Well, I don't think you've missed much but what we've told you, and the shop is doing fine. It was closed for a while since the hospital's insurance people had to take a look at everything, but since it opened back up for business, Joe's been running everything. He says that it's been doing well," Kurt said.

"Good to hear," Burt said with a nod. "How's school been for you?" he asked. The way his son tensed ever so slightly didn't go unnoticed by Burt, but he didn't say anything about it.

"Fine," Kurt said, voice clipped slightly. "We're on break right now, but I've been doing well, I think."

"Well, as long as you keep those grades up, you should be fine, kid."

"Right."

The three men sat in uncomfortable silence. Burt knew there was something that Kurt and Blaine weren't telling him, and the two soulmates didn't want to give away that Blaine was Kurt's teacher just yet. That was something they agreed should be saved until Burt got out of the hospital.

Just as Burt was about to open his mouth to ask when Blaine's phone rang in his pocket.

"Do you mind if I take that?" Blaine asked no one in particular. Before even waiting for an answer, he sprang of the chair and practically bolted out the door.

Kurt laughed softly at the man and shook his head. He's something else, Kurt thought.

Burt chuckled at him too. "He seems like a good kid," he said.

"He is," Kurt confirmed. "He's always been a gentleman from the moment I met him."

"How did you two meet anyways?" Burt asked. He noticed Kurt tense again, but wasn't able to call him out or get an answer as Blaine chose that moment to walk back through the door.

"Hey," he said. "Sorry about that." He sat back down next to Kurt and they immediately resumed their previous position.

"Who was it?" Kurt asked.

"It was just Nick, Jeff, and the guys. They wanted me to come hang out with them since last time we did we got cut short," Blaine said. "They sounded bummed when I said I couldn't come, but I think they'll be okay."

"You should go with them," Kurt insisted, moving his head up so he could look Blaine in the eye. "It's my fault that you didn't get to spend time with them last time. I don't want you to stay here on my account."

"But-" Blaine started.

"Go, kid," Burt interrupted. "Hang out with your friends. We'll be fine here without you."

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, glancing between the two Hummel men.

"Yes, Blaine," Kurt said. "Go. Tell them I said 'hi'."

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked again. "I don't want to leave you here without a car," he said.

"You can always pick me up on your way home," Kurt said. "Or I can have Andrea drive me home, or I could call a cab, or something."

Blaine chuckled lightly. "Okay, fine. I'll tell them you say hi," he said. "I'll call you in a bit to check in, alright?"

Kurt nodded. "Okay," he said as Blaine stood up.

"I'll see you in a bit," Blaine said before leaning down so he was level with Kurt and pecking the boy's lips.

"Bye," Kurt smiled as Blaine walked out the door. Blaine waved at them once with a smile before leaving. As he walked down the hallway, he could hear the man calling his friends back to let them know he'd come.

"So?" Burt asked, waiting for an answer to his previous question.

"Hmm?" Kurt hummed.

"Are you going to tell me how you and Blaine met or not?"

Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but instantly shut it. He didn't want to tell his dad that Blaine was his teacher for a few reasons. One, he didn't want Burt to force him to switch out of Blaine's class because they were together and two, he didn't want to have their third period taken away either. He also didn't want to raise suspicion around the school (read: Rachel Berry) by moving out of both of those. Burt already knew about their age difference and didn't seem bothered about it, so that wasn't a concern of Kurt's. What he was concerned about, however, was that Burt would forbid them from seeing each other (even though he already said he wouldn't) because their relationship was technically illegal due to Blaine's job. He feared his dad would freak out and do that to make sure that neither of them faced charges.

As badly as Kurt didn't want to tell his dad about this, he knew he had to. The man would know if he was lying and would keep insisting if he didn't tell him. Kurt sighed, but thought about what his dad said earlier. He told them that he couldn't control the fact that they were soulmates and accepted Blaine even though he hated his kind with every essence of his being. Kurt thought, perhaps his dad wouldn't mind Blaine being Kurt's teacher for the same reasons.

Kurt sighed, before telling his dad the truth. "We met at school," he said. "Blaine is my math teacher."

Burt's eyebrows flew up in surprise, but he was silent for a while. "I'm not gonna lie and say that I'm okay with that," he started, "but I can't do anything about it. You two will just have to be extremely careful until you graduate," he said.

"We are! Careful, that is." Kurt said. "We barely even look at each other in school and we keep our relationship to private places, like here or Blaine's house."

"Blaine's house, huh?" Burt asked, crossing his arms.

"Yes," Kurt replied slowly, crossing his own arms. "Ever since Blaine saved my life, I've been staying with him. I couldn't bear to stay in an empty house. I have my own room and bathroom there, too." he said, leaving out the fact that he currently didn't use either of those rooms.

"If you say so," Burt said. "But as soon as I'm out of here, you're coming back home, understood?"

Kurt simply nodded, knowing not to challenge his father's statement.

"Good. You can still go over there as much as you like, but I want you to stay at home."

"I know," Kurt said. "I was planning on coming home anyways when you got out."

Burt nodded and uncrossed his arms. "Good to hear," he said.

After that, the conversation pretty much tapered off. Kurt texted Blaine to tell him that he told his dad and to check in, but he hadn't received a reply. He also went down to the family room where Andrea still was to tell her that she could go home if she wanted and to thank her again. When he came back to the room, he found that his father had turned on the small TV that hung on the wall opposite Burt's bed. He seemed to be watching a football game, looking disappointed and a little confused from having missed so much.

Not long after, a nurse came in and did another physical exam of Burt before disconnecting him from some of the machines he was hooked up to. She made sure that he was able to walk and move around before taking him somewhere to get scans done, she told Kurt. Burt winked at his son as he walked out with the nurse, Carole, Kurt reminded himself. He laughed softly at the man and shook his head.

While his father was gone with the nurse, Kurt mindlessly stared at the tv and let his mind wander to the events of the last few days. Of course the first thing he thought about was the fact that his father was surprisingly accepting of his and Blaine's relationship. Never in a million years would Kurt have thought his father would be able to meet an Anderson vampire ever again without killing him, let alone allowing his son to date him. The word "date" made Kurt think. Were he and Blaine dating? Sure they were soulmates and practically lived together, but they'd never been on a real honest to god date in the month and a half that they'd been together. But, perhaps that was for the best, he thought. If they went out near here and anyone saw them together, Blaine could potentially lose his job or even end up in jail.

This prompted the teen to contemplate their relationship as a whole. Were they dating? Were they boyfriends? Would they get married? Have kids? Sure, maybe it was too early to be asking himself this, but since they were soulmates Kurt knew that they would be together for the rest of their lives. But, wait…

How long was the rest of their lives? Blaine's life was going to be significantly longer than his own, Kurt realized. Kurt would someday grow old and die while Blaine stayed the same dashing man that he was now.

"Thats… that's so unfair," Kurt whispered to himself, feeling tears gather in his eyes, mostly on behalf of his mate.

Kurt let the tears silently slip down his face. He couldn't imagine living without Blaine, despite the fact that they'd known each other for about five months. How would Blaine feel after spending a lifetime with Kurt? He'd probably be so hindered by grief that he might forget to take care of himself, or to eat. And...and he'd die, Kurt thought. He distinctly remembered what his father was like after his mother's death. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, he didn't talk. He did nothing for weeks and weeks, too overcome with loss that we was unable to do anything but cry. The only reason Burt was alive was because Kurt took care of him. He force fed his father and did all he could to take care of the man that was supposed to be taking care of him.

Kurt knew that Blaine would likely go through something just like that and he'd neglect his needs until he perished.

"No," he sniffled. "No, I won't let that happen." He swiped at the tears on his cheek fiercely. A determined look fixed itself upon his face as he stood and started looking for the satchel he had brought in earlier. The bag lay forgotten on the small couch that was under the windows. He grabbed it and started rifling through it until he found his mother's book of spells and magic.

After sitting back down, he flipped open the book and began reading from the first page. He knew that there had to be something; a spell, a potion maybe, or possibly even a ritual that would keep him alive for as long as his mate. Because there was no way in hell that Kurt would force Blaine to live without him.

A/N: Hey guys! Happy Friday! Just a little news for you today. Last chapter I told you that this was ending soon, which is still true. There is one more chapter and an epilogue before I'm officially done. I also said last chapter that I wanted to still continue writing in this verse, which is also still true. However, I have decided that I'm not going to do a sequel to this story. I will do one shots and drabbles but no sequel, so I'm sorry to any of you who wanted that, but I have so many other things I want to write. I already have about 10 ideas for the one shots, but if there is any thing specific that you want that didn't happen in this story, feel free to let me know and I'll do my best to write it.

I expect to have the last chapter up next Friday and the epilogue up the Friday after that. I don't know when I'll be starting the one shots and such, but I'll be sure to let you guys know when I do.

That should be it. Please don't forget to review and all that jazz and I'll talk to you next week!