He had been stuck in the hospital for roughly three weeks before the doctors deemed him stable enough to go home. He would have to stay at home for another week, to adjust to the anti-depressants properly and as to not overexert himself. He had extensive mental trauma and a broken rib, after all.

And he didn't really mind being allowed to skip school for another week. He'd have to catch up in all his classes, something which was much easier to do from home. Not being forced to keep his facades up was a definite plus, too.

Especially since his therapist had ordered him to try and actually show what he was feeling around his family and friends. If he was depressed, he shouldn't smile and pretend everything was okay.

And it wasn't as easy as she made it sound. After all, depression was really the only thing he felt at the moment. Finn could manage to startle a small laugh or a smile out of him, but they never lasted longer than a few seconds.

"Hey sport. Do you want to watch one of your musicals?" Kurt looked up from his book, looking at his dad who stood awkwardly in the archway to the living room.

"Yes but... are you sure? Isn't there a game or something tonight?" He asked, confused. His dad had changed since he got back from the hospital. He was more mindful of asking Kurt how he was, what he wanted to eat, to do. It was appreciated, but odd.

"Nothing I can't miss. So how about it? Sound of Music? Your mother liked that one."

Kurt was touched that his dad would offer. Honestly. "T-that sounds wonderful."

It was wonderful to sit beside his father in the sofa, curled up against his side. They talked more now, he and his dad.

"I'm so glad you're still alive Kurt. That we all get a second chance at making things right." His dad's voice was thick, and Kurt looked away from the screen towards him.

"I'm... glad to be alive too, dad." It wasn't a complete lie. Every day he woke up just a little bit more positive, with Finn there beside him. The taller teen had taken to sleeping by his side every since they got back, and Kurt certainly didn't complain.

"Good. And everything's going to be okay again, you know."

Kurt didn't answer that, he simply moved closer to his dad, thankful that he believed in him.

They must have fallen asleep at some point, because when Kurt woke it was dark in the room, but his dad was still there, an arm wrapped around him, snoring lightly.

Kurt just laid his head on his shoulder again and went back to sleep. And for once, he wasn't haunted by nightmares.

So considering everything, he guessed he was doing pretty okay.

He supposed his mood and outlook on life would get better once he had adjusted to the medication. Apparently one side effect was that you got slightly worse before they started helping. Therapy was already doing a great deal, after all.

Plus, if Finn and the rest of his family was there; everything seemed a little bit easier to deal with.

And during dinner when all four of them were gathered around the dining table, and Finn would take his hand under the table and interlace their fingers...

Kurt couldn't help but smile.

So yes, perhaps it was good to be alive.

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