Okay guys, this is the last main chapter. There will be an epilogue, probably a two parter, but this is the last real chapter. I know it's sounds odd considering where the last one left off but I think you'll get the point of this story by the end.

I need to thank each and every person that reviewed, alerted, messaged me regarding this fic, or hell even bothered to read it. Even if it wasn't as popular as I had initially hoped...there were still a lot of people out there that loved this story and for that I thank you will warm cyber hugs and Klisses.

Don't be discouraged right now...the epilogue(s) will bring some much needed closure to this fic, and come on, it's me...there may be smut, but a lot of fluff for sure.

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Here goes nothing...xoxoxo

Bittersweet Symphony

Chapter 19 – Answers and Revelations

(KPOV)

Not again, not again, not again! I am not losing another person to a hospital...NO! Why is this happening, why to my Blaine? Why couldn't he have been more receptive to treatment options earlier? Why couldn't he have allowed himself the courage to allow the doctors to fight for him? Why did he wait so long?

I was sitting on the edge of a very uncomfortable looking and feeling love seat in the main waiting room at the hospital. I was still wearing my three piece Armani suit, the jacket though long abandoned, my hair although now completely wind swept, was still styled for the night out and not for sitting in the hospital fret with worry.

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I hadn't finished the song before I saw Cooper running up the aisle to the back door with an armful of Blaine. I didn't even need to know what had happened, I already knew to some extent.

I had thrown the microphone on the stage and ran as fast as my long legs would carry me after Blaine and his brother. The sight I was met with when I got to Cooper's car made my skin crawl.

Blaine was covered in a thin layer of blood that was streaming out of his good ear. The red dying his collar the same colour, and his face was paler than I had seen it before, and it was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Silently I cradled him in the back seat, whispering shushed words I knew he couldn't hear to him, as Cooper drove away from the growing crowds of family, colleges and friends that were piling out of the building to see what had happened.

I ignored my family, the worried looks from Carol and my dad, whom were some of the first out the door as we sped off down the road. Coop called Dr. Rosenberg's emergency number since it was the weekend, from the car. His body and voice seemingly on autopilot as he left a message regarding Blaine's condition and impending arrival at the hospital.

I just clutched Blaine, and held his unconscious form the entire way to the hospital until I was forced by the EMS to move away from him, but I almost had to be physically pried off of him. I saw him strapped to a gurney and wheeled out of sight as Cooper relayed information about what had happened. I just walked through the main doors and tried to control my breathing, but to no avail.

I fell to my knees and allowed the sobs to rack my body that I had been holding since I saw Blaine in his brother's arms.

I only registered a few sounds and feelings as I cried for a love that was so wrought with uncertainty. The arms that helped me off the round were strong and I knew them to be my father's. He must have hailed a cab and flew here since he got there so fast, and I just allowed myself the comfort of my dad's arms, the familiarity of a young boys embrace, needing the only thing that could comfort him: his dad.

There was a small zoo of people in the waiting room after a few minutes. Barb had driven here almost instantly, apparently arriving only a few minutes after my dad and Carol but I hadn't been in any state to remember it. Rachel and Finn were not too far behind, as Cooper brought them up to speed on what was happening.

The said they had rushed Blaine to ICU, stopped the bleeding in his ear for now, and had given him some sedatives to calm his heart rate and keep him unconscious, and they were beginning to do more testing now that Nick and I signed over full right for any diagnostics, even ones Blaine had never wanted done before. Now he had no choice.

My dad never left my side and just held my hand. That same hand that gave me comfort the day my mom passed away, the same hand that held mine after everything I had been through in high school and college, good or bad. It was the same hand that I thanked all the gods for, when it squeezed mine back the day he recovered from his coma after his heart attack when I was 16. My dad was always there to hold my hand, and now it seemed like we were both keeping each other grounded as the world passed by us in a haze, an all too familiar haze that we had been privy to before.

Mom.

It was just like this. Dad and I holding each others hands, waiting patiently while friends and family asked around for information. We Hummel men just stood our ground and silently freaked out while looking calm, holding onto the one semblance of normalcy we knew. One hand.

We had loved and would always love mom, and from the look on my dad's face, I could tell that he was emotionally playing over all the memories this was waking up in him. It had to be hard, losing the one you loved, and now the positions were reversed somewhat. One of the people I loved most in the world was in danger now, and my dad had to watch me hope and pray that it wouldn't end the same for me as it had for him.

No one may push the Hummels around, but it seemed like the world like to kick us around just to prove a point.

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"Kurt?"

Nick was standing beside me and my dad. I hadn't known how long he had been there because we were both lost in thought.

"Y-Yeah." My throat had been hoarse, I hadn't spoken since the nurse asked for my signature and that had to have been hours ago now since it was pushing on past 10 'clock.

"Sorry Mr. Hummel, can I borrow Kurt for a second please?"

My dad got up, squeezing my hand quickly before releasing it.

"Sure thing kid. Kurt I'll be right back, I'm gonna try and find some coffee in this joint. Here's hoping New York hospitals have better coffee than Ohio ones right?"

My dad's attempt at humour at very least had me grin at him and shake my head that I was okay before he left down the hall, taking Finn with him. The silent knowledge that I only shared was that my dad never liked walking hospital corridors alone. It was too hard for him.

"So Kurt, Jeff and I went over to Blaine's and got you a bag of stuff for you and him. Ya know when he wakes up he gets cranky and wants something from home."

He produced a large backpack off his shoulder and opened it absentmindedly.

"I brought some comfy clothes for you both, his copy of Huckleberry Finn, the new Vogue which I know you haven't read, otherwise you would have screamed at me because Niffty records got a tiny spread in there, and I know you read all the articles. I also brought the basic toiletries, if you could call your hygiene obsession basic anyway, and a small blanket from his bed. There's some granola bars in there since you hate cafeteria food, some bottled water and your phone charger. I just...well we just thought this would help."

I stared at the large back pack, taking it from him and placing it on the floor. I hugged Nick like it was the last thing I would do. I lost it then on Nick shoulder when I started to cry, thanking him profusely for the bag and for just being him. He manoeuvred us to the couch but never ceased holding me so that I was almost in his lap but neither of us cared.

I hadn't broken yet and I was glad I got to do it without seeing my dad, I couldn't let him see me break.

"Shh it's okay Kurt. Blaine will get through this whatever it is because he has us...has you."

My grip tightened on the shorter brunette as I veritably ruined his Versace with the flow of my tears as he began to rock me gently and sing to me softly. I had never heard Nick sing but Blaine had told me he had a great voice. It was only a whisper and even if I knew the song had underlying meaning I was too focused on the relaxing tone of his voice to notice.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

He tapered off then, humming the rest of song as I felt my breathing even out. Pulling marginally away from the embrace I saw that he had been crying too. Nick was an amazing person and one I couldn't see my life without these days. He was so important to Blaine and now for sure I could see why. He had this grounding presence and strength that others seemed to lack, and I thanked him silently in more ways than I ever thought possible.

I grabbed his chin and gave him a chaste peck on the lips.

"Thank you, for everything." I worried for a brief second that I had been too bold but Nick just smiled and hugged me again.

"You're welcome. We love you Kurt, like we love Blaine. Everything will work itself out, I promise."

Just then Jeff came over with a cheeky grin his face, " Should I be worried Nicholas?"

I responded with a roll of my eyes, already feeling a little better, "No Jeffrey, you shouldn't, so put the claws away."

"You wound me Kurt...deeply." Jeff had the same kind of deflection mechanism that Barb did, only sillier. He would make eye rolling comments and say odd funny things as a method of distraction.

Jeff sat down beside me and grabbed the other hand that Nick wasn't holding and we stayed like that until we saw a familiar face in a white coat come out of the double doors leading into the main ward.

"Ah Mr. Hummel, it's good to see you again despite the circumstances...uh are all these people here for Mr. Anderson?"

I looked around seeing Rachel, Cooper and Carol talking with Barb, seeing my dad coming back down the hall wiping his eyes having obviously used Finn as his outlet not moments before and then to the three of us sitting on the couch.

"Yep..all of us."

"Okay well I am going to need to speak with you and one other person whom would be responsible for his care, the rest have to leave since visiting hours are over and I needed to speak to the immediate family only."

"Sure Dr. Rosenberg, just give me a second to tell them all."

After a rushed goodbye but tearful parting with promises to all of them to keep them updated, I walked back over to the doctor who was waiting with Coop. I had asked politely to let Cooper and my father stay with me since, they were both as much Blaine's family now as mine.

We settled in the office labelled with his name, once we passed a series of longer hallways, and I hadn't known he had spent this much time at the hospital that he had his own office.

"Now Mr. Hummel, Kurt, and you're Cooper, Blaine's brother yes?"

"Yes that's me."

"And I'm Burt, Mr. Hummel makes me sound old doc."

"Well then call me Jon then, but I'm afraid our time for civilities in rather short, there is a lot going on with Mr Ander...Blaine that I need to go over with you."

I took in a large breath but there was my dad's hand again keeping me grounded.

"Okay Jon, what's going on with my kid?" Did dad just call Blaine his kid?

"Upon receiving all the test results we have some very interesting conclusions about Blaine's condition. You see he has something called Cholesteatoma . It's a type of skin cyst located in the middle ear.

Cholesteatoma's that are found growing behind the ear drum with no signs of trauma to the ear drum and no history of reoccurring ear or sinus infections, are thought to be congenital, basically present since birth. Which I believe to be the case here"

I took a moment to register what he was saying, Blaine had an infection? How come...

"Okay but why hadn't we seen this sooner?" My dad must have been reading my mind.

"That is a mix of information Burt.

The probable cause of Blaine's initial hearing loss was probably due to the fact that he had indeed had a sever swelling from an ear infection that went untreated which led to his deafness,. Now after performing some tests that he refused in the past, thanks to Mr. Duval and yourself signing the power of attorney and agreeing to it, we have a much more definitive diagnosis.

He has bilateral cholesteatomas, as in both ears, and until recently the sweeling hadn't been too apparent but the damage internally had been done. His left ear despite showing no eardrum damage, has sustained heavy inner ear trauma; his ear bones have almost completely eroded under the stress of the infection. The same was with his right ear but not as internally severe, the nerve itself is still intact. Now you know that Blaine had been tentative to receive treatment, and at that time he didn't want to go ahead with anything too evasive so my options for figuring out what was wrong with him were limited.

Since he had been on antivirals and antibiotics since the onset of his condition, it kept the infection at bay, thus removing most normal signs that we look for. He had always had a higher than normal white blood cell count, the value we use to judge infections by, since he was a toddler according to his old records, which leaves me to believe he's had this since infancy. And since his parents are unable to verify if he suffered from any ear infections as a child I am only going on the few doctors reports I have from him over the last 20 years. It seemed that his folks never really took him for check ups all that often."

Cooper rolled his eyes before closing them, as if he knew that this piece of information about his parents would somehow be partially to blame for Blaine's current position.

"Also the steroid treatment he was on helped him gain some of his hearing back. The corticosteroids helped reduced the internal swelling so he could hear again...but that's also why it returned with a vengeance, once we tapered off his dose."

I was trying to process this, all that time he was taking medication, all that time and all he had to do was agree to imaging technology and evasive treatment actions and he might have caught this earlier.

"So... he has reocuring cysts, probably since childhood, behind his ear drums in both ears?" Cooper asked a little dumbfounded at all this new information.

"Yes and no. We performed a much more thorough physical, including more detailed imagining and we found that the one in his left ear can be easily drained with minimal side effects but the hearing loss is permanent because of the erosion to his inner ear."

Jon sighed.

"The right ear burst, that was the blood and fluid you saw leaking out of his ear. It was unfortunate that it ruptured because now the ear drum is damaged as well as the tissue and canal underneath. It may severely hurt his chances to ever hear again. But there are options for that, and I do expect him to make a full recovery with the treatment he is now on for that. Plus there is the option of a cochlear implant since his auditory nerve was somehow undamaged in his right ear, but not his left."

"A what?" My dad always said exactly what everyone was thinking before we did

"A cochlear implant, basically a robotic ear...but that is a surgery that will have to wait." Jon took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Why do I feel like you're going to drop the other shoe now Jon?" Cooper asked a hint of extreme panic now gracing his features.

"Because I am, Mr Anderson."

"Oh god...dad I can't do this..." I was having a small break down here, and I started to shake. My dad just rubbed small circles on my back, soothing me and I think it gave him something to hold on to too.

"You can son and you will...Blaine needs ya kid. Now doc give it to us, what else is wrong with Blaine? It looks like its not good news so pill it out before my son looses it here."

I instinctively reached out and gripped Cooper's hand and we readied ourselves for the other shoe.

"Blaine has a brain abscess, a fairly severe one, and it explains his severe headaches and their quick assault. Its a side effect that a long term untreated ear infection can have. Bacteria can invade the brain through the blood system and reach the brain itself. I was worried about any other possible ailments so when you okayed the testing, I ordered a CT scan and MRI of his entire skull. The results just came in and I have passed them off the head of neurology who is on her way over despite the hour.

His abscess is very close to the surface and on the right side of his head, and I'm worried about it rupturing. Since the antibiotics he's been on have kept it small enough for this long I am worried about what would happen if it was allowed to grow at a normal rate. I want that abscess out, I'm not willing to attempt a different medication regime now...it's too risky. I've put him on intravenous steroids now to help reduce the swelling of the brain itself, but I needed to talk to you first before I refer him to neurology with orders for immediate surgical removal."

I was never more thankful that I was sitting then I was now because I am sure I would have fallen over after hearing this.

Brain abscess...my Blaine's brain was riddled with infection, just like his ears and no one ever knew? The pain he must have been in, the strain, and yet the stupidity of him, not letting the doctors perform testing he could have easily afforded and he just assumed that his deafness had no real cause? He hadn't thought to really ask what was wrong and just remain bitter that it happened? Would he have ever agreed to further testing like this if he hadn't met me? We would talk about that later...would there be a later?

"What does this surgery entail exactly, and is it a solid mass or just like...a pocket of fluid or something."

"The specifics of the surgery you'll have to go over with Dr. Jane Valenovic. She's an amazing young woman, and one of the leading brain surgeons on he eastern sea board, I have complete confidence in her."

I looked up in a trance, knowing that I probably looked like a zombie at this point, all cried out and devoid of emotions now.

"Okay, we'll meet with her. I want this dealt with, mass or pocket or whatever I don't care, I just want Blaine fixed."

I must have sounded desperate because Jon's eyes softened even more. I knew that this was one of those things that doctor's hated doing, telling the families of their patients that they had bad news, but in this case it wasn't all bad news...at least we had a method of attack.

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This is where I am now, sitting on those uncomfortable chairs, 3 hours into his surgery and 24 hours almost since we had gotten here.

Dad and Cooper had taken a few hours here and there to head out or catch a nap in another room, but they knew that I wouldn't allow myself that and they didn't argue it. We had met Dr. Jane Valenovic, whom was a very nice lady but she was blunt which I respected. She said that the surgery could escalate from a minor procedure to something much longer, but she wouldn't know the exact extent of the damage to the surrounding cells until she got in there. Blaine's head would be shaved, a small part of me died knowing that his curls would be gone for a while, but he thankfully wouldn't have that large of a cut made to his head. If she was successful in removing the necrotic issue without any complication the surgery would take approximately 2 hours start to finish, but if there was a mass underlying in the tissue that subsequent removal would take longer and be more dangerous.

Now as common as this kind of surgery was for the neurosurgeon it was made clear that any brain surgery could be fatal, much like any general anaesthetic, and since his immune system was compromised, it posed even more dangers.

They were going to flush out his good ear while he was under as well, once the brain surgery was over, to minimize the amount of times his body was going to go under GA. The implantation of a cochlear implant would have to wait until after he recovered from the massive multiple infections and subsequent brain surgery...but he would make it...he had to.

Tick tick tick tick...this was maddening.

I hadn't even seen him, told him goodbye..no Hummel don't you dare! He's going to be fine, everything will be fine.

"Dad?" I had been pacing a thin line in the linoleum for the last half hour and I must have looked like caged cat.

"Yeah son, how you holding up?" Carol and Finn and come back today and were sitting with my dad on the other couch, filling it to the brim with Hudson-Hummels.

"I'm losing it but I'm trying to not let it show...look I know that this is hard for you dad, but I was wondering..."

My dad dropped the magazine he wasn't really reading and looked at me quizzically.

"Shoot kid."

"I was wondering that since you can ya know...sign. W-would you teach me? So I can talk to Blaine again, ya know in case he can't hear me anymore after all this?"

My dad smiled a smile that I only ever saw once in a while.

"Sure thing kid, you look like you need the distraction just as much as your old man does right now. Come on...let's go grab a fat free, choco-skinny milk coffee thingy that you love so much from the coffee shop for a second and then we'll come back. Carol's got the fort, right honey?"

"Hospitals are my second home honey, I got this no worries, but hurry back."

"Thanks dad, Carol, and its a grande non fat mocha dad."

"Whatever kid, its hardly coffee, but you like, it so it's on me."

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Two cups of coffee and another 3 hours later dad and I had a system going. He would show me a lot of basic signs that I would need to know and I found myself learning rather fast, but I was nowhere near coherent, but the coffee helped.

I was able to learn quite a few small phrases, one of them super important for when he woke up.

When he woke up. When he woke up.

It became my inner mantra.

And not only that but my dad was able to distract me from the fact that now faced me when we took a break. It had almost been 6 hours since Blaine went in for surgery, and it seemed like the perfect timing for us to stop when a dishevelled woman, dressed in full scrubs with her mask hanging around her neck, pushed through the large double door with a click.

"Mr Hummel's? Mr Anderson?"

All of us jumped up fairly comically from the couch but there was nothing comical about the way my stomach plummeted when I saw how tired Dr. Valenovic looked.

"Oh god...please tell me he's okay, please tell me he's okay." The entire family was holding each others hands or arms, as if this response would have us fall over in any instant, but that was certainly how I felt.

"Well yes he's okay."

My dad chimed in, " But?"

"Yes there's a few buts. The brain surgery went well but as you can tell it took a lot longer than I was anticipating from the images I had from the MRI. Now the incision was larger than I anticipated, about 2 inches along his squamosal suture here," she pointed to the right side of her head making a line about an inch or so over her ear, " but there was a decent sized mass there amidst the infection."

"Oh no."

"Luckily, it wasn't adhered to too much and I was able to remove it after the fluid was drained. The underlying tissue looked really healthy, and I expect a full recovery. He just had quite a bit of blood loss even if it was a fairly minor incision. I've also just got confirmation from Dr. Rosenberg, that the ear was flushed successfully as well, and with a stronger dosage of different antibiotics that his body isn't already accustomed to, he should recover well."

I was crying, and for the first time in what seemed like forever they were happy tears.

"Mr Hummel...the recovery isn't going to be easy. He needs to be on bed rest here for a few days, then the same at home for a couple weeks. Stimulation should be kept to a minimum to reduce and aid in the return of his brain to normal size, swelling and hopefully he'll be free of head aches after a few weeks. It will be like treating a massive concussion for the next little while. Also from the charts here they've determined that until he full recovers, he isn't a candidate for a cochlear implant as Dr. Rosenberg has suggested. He's completely deaf as far as we know for now, and that may be how he lives the rest of his days. Only when he recovers can that step be taken. I'll take you to see him in about an hour once the full affect of the anaesthetic wears off, he'll be on some pretty heavy pain killers for a while so he won't remain conscious long, and when he does, one person talk at a time, maximum two people in the room at once. But remember he can't hear so don't get flustered, just show him you're there. I'm going to get changed, I'll check on him and come find you when he's awake."

I reached out my hand, surprising myself at the level of maturity I was exuding and I could sense my dad and Carol swell with admiration beside me.

"Thank you...for saving Blaine's life. Dr. Valenovic."

"Jane please, and you're welcome. He's got a great support system here, I'm glad I could help. He'll have a bumpy road, but he'll make it."

She released my hand with a tired smile and walked back into the restricted area.

"I told you he'd make it kid, and we'll help him however he needs okay?"

"Okay thanks dad, Carol... thank you so much." We hugged there in the hallways for a while before we got on our phones and told everyone that Blaine had made it. My cell was over run with messages before long...Jeff and Nick's being one of the funniest, both of them screaming the probably jumping around their apartment for my voice mail.

I would make sure everyone got to remind Blaine how important he was, and how much his support system would be there for him.

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It had been a little over two hours before a nurse who's name was James, a young looking guy with a very warm smile, came to usher us to the ward where we would find Blaine. Coop and Carol went in first, I had told Finn Rach, Barb, Nick, Jeff and others to stay put for now, we didn't want to overwhelm him immediately. I even remembered to fire off a text to San and Brit who were on vacation in San Francisco this week and hadn't known about any of this. Santana's message back was a mild freak out because she said she should have been there at the hospital to help take care of him, but I assured her that she couldn't have known that any of this would happen, but to enjoy her vacation and that I would keep her updated.

When Carol came out with Cooper on her arm, Cooper looking relieved but it was like he was trying to seem better than he was, but Carol just collapsed in my dad's arms.

"He looks so small Burt."

I shuddered beside my parents holding each other as I gulped and looked at my dad.

"Can I have a moment alone with him before you come in dad? I just...I just need to see."

"Sure buddy, but remember, it's not going to be perfect, just take it easy and remember the stuff I showed you okay?"

"Okay dad." I kissed Carol on the cheek and then took a deep breath before entering the room, when I felt Cooper grab my shoulder.

"He looks rough, prepare yourself Kurt."

I nodded then walked in closing the door behind me before taking in the room.

The soft and familiar hum of the IV pump sounded in the background, the cooler temperature of the room wasn't unfamiliar but not welcome, the only comforting noise or sensation was the steady beep that I knew was Blaine's heart monitor. I hadn't moved completely into the room yet but stood at the mouth of room collecting my thoughts.

It's Blaine, not your mom. Blaine's gonna be fine, he doesn't have cancer, he's not terminal, he's been cleared, he's gonna recover.

This little pep talk I gave myself seemed to help me cross the thresh hold into the main room where I saw him: Blaine.

His head was shaved under the bandages, and he had a small oxygen tube sticking under his nose, and Carol was right, he did look very small. His face was drawn and paler than normal but better than he had been in the car on the way here. His ears were covered by more bandages, and his right hand had his IV line in it. He was tucked under the grossly covered sheets which only hid the even uglier hospital gown covering the love of my life.

Yes, after all of this I knew...I just knew that I not only loved Blaine but he really was the centre of my universe; the love of my life.

I walked over to him and it seemed he registered that I was there, as his eyes fluttered open in a daze but seemed to focus intently on me as he smiled the smallest smile I had ever seen on him, but it somehow reached all the way to his eyes.

I smiled back and reached out both of my hands to hold his delicately, afraid that I would somehow break it but I needed to touch him more than anything.

I was brought back to the first time I did this, the first day I held his hands or wrists when I tried to prevent him from leaving the bar. He had looked so scared, much more scared then the frail looking man who was laying there in front of me now.

"Y-you don't pity me now...do you?" He scrunched up his face, probably because he couldn't hear himself at all, his diction wasn't great but I could understand him. I leaned down a little to kiss his knuckle and took a seat beside him but turned the chair so Blaine didn't have to turn his head to look at me.

"Never have. Never will."

"I can't hear b-baby, I'm so sooo sorry, I just can't..."

I got up and very lightly pecked his lips, silencing him in the only way I could right now. Touching him like this was like coming home. I sat beside him on the bed instead and moved my hand away from his which made him frown; then I moved my hands as my dad told me. He knew what to teach me from the beginning. It was rusty but Blaine lit up amidst the the bandages, pain, and painkillers.

"Stop talking." I signed.

"Y-you're learning?" Blaine released a small sob that was throaty from the intubation process.

"Let me take care of you. I'm incomplete without you." Never were truer words ever spoken or shown. Blaine tried to raise his hands to say something but I stopped him and encouraged him to speak, whether he could hear himself or not. The point was, that I could.

"Love you, a lot."

"Love you."

I kissed the top of his head ever so softly as he began to drift in and out of consciousness again, a tiny smile gracing his face still even in sleep, and I was never more happy than I was at this moment, this bittersweet moment.

I would do anything and everything that I could to help and heal this man, to let my control slip and let us be together in any and every way possible, because once Blaine had shown me the strength that he had, and I knew I would give my soul if it meant he would be safe in return.

This was just another verse in our own symphony, one that would be heard for many years to come. Our voices, bodies and lives now entwined together in every way. I felt the heavy weight of the silver pendant around my neck and then reached into my pocket to get the other half of my heart; the golden necklace that they had taken off Blaine upon admittance.

I laced it around his sleeping neck, clasping it back where it belonged, letting the other half of my heart fall down nestled against the skin of the man who's heart I cherished more than anything.

Life was ironically cruel, but sometimes you found your salvation in the most unlikely of places...in this case, right in front of you.

*Sniffle* that was hard to write and happy at the same time!

Song: Yesterday, The Beatles ( if you didn't know that, you have missed out on one of the most influential bands of the 20th century) - sorry mini musical rant over :S

This was always my intention with this fic, having Deaf!Blaine be the central focus and I hope that I did him justice. Relationships aren't normal, there are no fairy tales despite what fan fiction tells you. ( I know I write a lot of fluffy what ifs) So this was the entire point of this fic, finding the silver lining under all the bullshit that life throws at you, because everyone has something good that happens to them in life, and it's always about holding onto that goodness and hoping it alleviates the bad. Kurt and Blaine were that for each other here, and I hope it shined through. Review, tell me your thoughts and I hope to have the epilogue up within the week. Love you xxx, you are my inspirations :D xoxo

"All are equal no matter whom you are. "