Wow, I really have been gone from this a long time haven't I? I would say sorry but you probably don't want to hear it so I'll just get on with the story.

Oh, and who cried a lot during the last episode of Glee? I did!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee

(Kurt POV)

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I awoke the next morning to a shrill beeping sound. I groaned and reached over to shut off my alarm clock and almost fell out of bed. Weird, I don't remember my bed being that far away from the alarm clock before. I sighed as the noise continued and forced open my tired eyes, cringing at the sudden light in the very white room. Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I was able to take in my surroundings: the white walls, the gray, uncomfortable-looking chairs, the blinding white ceiling lights. Oh, right. I'm in a hospital.

The next thing I noticed was the feeling of something in my hand. Looking down, I saw that someone else's hand was in mine. My eyes following the length of the person's arm up to their body and finally the face, I was greeted with the smiling face of Blaine. I smiled at seeing him there.

"Morning, sleepy-head," he greeted me. I smiled.

"Morning. Have you been here all night?"

"No, I would've but the nurse wouldn't let me stay past visiting hours, but I got back here first thing this morning." I nodded. Just then, a short redhead in a nurse's uniform burst through the door and took in the sight in front of her.

"Oh, good. You're awake. That means that you are cleared to go home now. Be careful and try not to do anything that may be too strenuous on your broken arm. You won't be able to drive very well for a while, so I suggest that you get someone to take you around. We will set up an appointment in a few weeks to come in and get the cast taken off," she told me. I was glad to be able to go home, so I sat up in the bed, careful of my arm, and threw aside the sheets. Blaine got up and handed me my clothes that he must've brought with him because they didn't match the best so I know that that's not what I was wearing before, but at least he tried. I know how intimidating it must be to be presented with picking clothes out of my closet for someone who wasn't as experienced in the art of clothes as I am.

"Thanks," I said as I entered the small hospital bathroom to change out of my hospital robe. Fully changed and satisfied with my appearance, I exited the bathroom to see Blaine standing in the doorway of the hospital room, waiting for me. I smiled as I walked over and took his hand.

"Ready to go?" he asked me. I nodded and he led us out of the hospital, into the parking lot, and to his car. He opened the passenger door for me before walking around the car and getting into the driver's side. Such a gentleman.

We drove to my house instead of Dalton hoping to see my dad. We rode mostly in silence, neither of us having anything to say, but both completely happy with that. When we reached my house, he turned off the car and we went up the stairs to my room as my dad was nowhere to be found. He probably had to stay late at work. I sat down on my bed, motioning with my good arm for him to join me there. He obliged and sat on my left, taking my good hand. It was silent in the room and the tension was building as I anticipated the question that was sure to come, the question that I couldn't answer.

"What happened?" That question. I turned my head away from him, not wanting to catch his eye. "Kurt, please tell me." I turned to face him, still not looking him completely in the eye.

"I-I don't know." He looked confused for a second before understanding dawned on his face.

"You mean you don't remember?"

"Nothing at all."

"What's the last thing you remember?"

I paused to think about this before answering. "The last thing I remember is kissing you backstage and being completely happy." I blushed after I realized what I said. It was true though. He smiled at me, but in his eyes, I could see a trace of disappointment that I couldn't remember anything.

"So you don't remember that we planned on going on our first date last night?" I shook my head. "Well, we'll have to fix that." I raised a single eyebrow at him as he got up from the bed. "Well, come on!" He took my hand and pulled me up from the bed, laughing.

"Now?" He nodded excitedly so I got up and he pulled me out the door of my room, down the stairs, and back into his waiting car.

He started it up and we were driving again, but not for very long. He pulled over at the park and dragged me out of the car. We went up the hill in the back of the park that no one ever went to so we couldn't be bothered by anyone there.

We sat with our backs against the tree, holding hands and just talking about nothing really that important, simply enjoying each other's presence. At one point, we just sat and pointed out random shapes we could find in the clouds. At first we were serious, but then it just turned so ridiculous that both of us were laughing so hard it hurt.

"Kurt, look." Blaine gestured to the sun, which was now setting below the horizon. It was beautiful the way the red's, orange's and yellow's blended and swirled across the sky in a symphony of beauty and color.

"It's beautiful," I whispered, almost afraid that speaking too loud would ruin it.

"Yeah, it is." I was too busy staring up at the sky to notice that Blaine was watching me instead. Once the sky had completely set and the park light's had turned on, illuminating everything in a soft white glow, I turned back to Blaine. The light lit up his face beautifully and he was wearing a soft smile, still looking right at me.

"I love you," he told me. My jaw dropped in shock and I couldn't even bring myself to say anything in return. Blaine took my silence as a bad thing and immediately tried to cover it up. "I shouldn't have said that. Not now with everything going on with you. I'm sorry, Kurt. It was stupid." I did the only thing that made sense, I kissed him gently.

"Did you mean it?" He nodded. "Then you don't need to apologize to me. I love you, too." He grinned and looked happier than I've ever seen anyone look. He took my face in his hands and kissed me again. I moved my good arm to his waist, keeping him close to me as we kissed. We were both completely happy that night. He pulled away first.

"We should probably be getting back soon." I nodded and got up reluctantly, Blaine following suit. We walked slowly hand-in-hand back to his car. This time we went straight to Dalton. He dropped me off at my dorm room and gave me a quick kiss.

"Good night," he said as he shut the door.

"Good night." I put on my pajamas and collapsed on my bed, smiling at the ceiling until I fell asleep. That night, I dreamed of a certain curly head of hair.

Ok, that's it for now. I know I always say that I'll update faster but I really don't know if I will or not.

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Next chapter will have some actual plot development because this chapter didn't have much besides an I love you so it was worth writing.

See ya next time!