A/N: the amazing Lauren has done her test to understand and re-write my English. She's wonderful. Thank you Lauren for everything.

Kurt woke up by the alarm ringing and groaned. He was so tired. He reached for the alarm clock on the bedside table to turn it off and bumped in to a soft, warm body. Blaine. Kurt frowned and reached over Blaine for the clock. He switched the alarm off and sat up on the bed. He looked at Blaine, still sound asleep. Kurt combed his finger through Blaine's hair and placed a hand on his forehead. He wasn't hot. Kurt frowned deeper. Blaine never slept later than Kurt. He was always up earlier than Kurt, most often even dressed and redoing his homework. But not this morning. It wasn't Friday, so Blaine wasn't off from school. It was Tuesday and far too long to the weekend.

"Blaine? Is time to wake up." Kurt said and shook him.

Blaine stirred and crawled further under the duvet.

"Blaine? We have to get up for school."

"Donwanna." Blaine mumbled and pulled the duvet over his head.

"What? Blaine?" Kurt pulled the cover back down from him to be able to speak to him.

"Noooo!" Blaine whined and pulled the covers back up.

Kurt let him be and got up. He went to the bathroom and fixed his hair. When he got back to their room he sat down on the bed again. He pulled the duvet down and looked at Blaine, now fast asleep again. He stroked his finger along Blaine's face. Blaine didn't react.

Before Kurt put on clothes he went downstairs to talk to Carole.

"Carole, Blaine's sleeping and I can't wake him."

"Oh..."

"He was awake enough to say that he didn't want to wake up, but not more than that."

"I'll talk to him."

Carole and Kurt made their way to the bedroom to see Blaine. Kurt took his clothes and got dressed in the bathroom while Carole talked with Blaine. When Kurt came out he looked at Carole.

"He's staying home today." She said.

She nodded towards the door, signalling that she would talk to Kurt downstairs. They went down to the kitchen again.

"He's tired. He snapped at me while I tried to talk with him. He's gonna stay at home today."

"By himself?"

"Yes, I guess so. I can't stay home, I have a meeting today. Burt's already left for the garage."

"I could stay home?" Kurt asked.

Carole looked at him and thought about it.

"Do you have any tests or anything important today?"

"No, nothing. Tomorrow, but not today."

"And how's your head? How bad is that headache?"

"What headache? What? I'm fine!"

"You have such bad headache that you can't see properly?! That's not good, I think you might stay home today sweetie." Carole smiled to him.

"Thanks Carole."

"Kurt, this is one time only okay? Only cause I'm slightly worried about him too. I'll call you guys sick."

"Yes, thanks again."

"Well, go back to your fiancé. See you later."

"Have a good day."

Kurt didn't respond, he was already halfway up the stairs. He closed the door behind him and stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt. He took out his cell and texted Mercedes telling her he wasn't coming to school that day before he slid under the cover and finally could hug the sleeping Blaine. Blaine hummed in his sleep and shifted so he was hugging Kurt from the side. Kurt pressed a kiss on Blaine's lips.

"I love you, honey." He whispered to his sleeping fiancé.

Blaine didn't respond, and Kurt wasn't expecting him to. But the hold Blaine had on him was for a short moment tightened and Kurt sighed happily. He closed his eyes and drifted off.

Kurt woke up three hours later. They had shifted so Kurt was spooning Blaine, who still slept. Kurt glanced at the clock. 10 am. He reached for his cell and read Mercedes answer. He would call her tonight and explain. He decided there wasn't any rush for either of them to wake up and closed his eyes and cuddled closer to Blaine. He buried himself in Blaine's curls and fell back to sleep.

When Kurt woke up the next time he decided to get up. He went down to the kitchen and made some pancakes and coffee. He put it on a tray and brought it upstairs. He put it down on his desk before returning to the bed to wake Blaine up.

"Blainey?" He shook him and was pleased to see that Blaine actually stirred and opened his eyes.

"Hmmm?"

"I made lunch for us." Kurt said and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"Lunch?"

"Yes, I thought we could eat it in bed while watching a movie."

"What time is it?"

"It's almost noon."

"What?" Blaine sat up and stared at Kurt. "Noon? What about school?"

"We're not going to school today. You obviously needed sleep and Carole let me stay home with you."

"What?" Blaine shook his head to try and understand what Kurt was saying.

"We couldn't wake you up this morning. You kept snapping at us and falling back to sleep. So Carole decided to let you sleep."

"I snapped at you?"

"Yes, but its fine Blaine."

"I'm so sorry."

"I know. But it's fine. Come on, let's eat. I thought we could watch Australia?"

"That sounds nice, I have to go to the bathroom."

"Go, go. I put in the movie."

When Blaine returned from the bathroom he climbed back in bed and snuggled close to Kurt.

"Hi."

"Hi sweets." Kurt smiled at him.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you, but this is kinda nice."

"I think so too. Breakfast?"

"Yes please."

They ate in silence while watching the movie. Not even half an hour in Kurt turned to Blaine to comment on something. Blaine was fast asleep again, plate in hand, leaned to the headboard, head lolled on his shoulder. Kurt smiled at him and took the plate from his hand.

"Come on, honey, let's get you lying down instead." He said and pulled Blaine to a laying position.

Blaine hummed in his sleep and cuddled close to Kurt's leg. Kurt turned off the movie and instead went to get 'To kill a mockingbird', his book for English. It was a book Kurt had read many times before, but he liked it and wanted to re-read it. He laid down next to Blaine and read.

Blaine woke up a couple of hours later. He opened his eyes and looked at Kurt laying beside him reading.

"Hi." Blaine said and kissed him on his cheek.

"Hi. Slept well?"

"I did. Sorry I missed the movie."

"You didn't miss it, I turned it off, and you've seen it before."

"I know, but still. Sorry I fell asleep."

"No need to apologize Blaine, you needed to sleep."

"I always need to sleep." Blaine sighed.

"No you don't, but right now you do."

Blaine didn't answer, he just sighed.

"Carole told me Hannah wasn't too happy about the results yesterday?" Kurt said carefully.

"No she wasn't."

"How are you feeling, really?"

"Kurt..." Blaine sighed and shifted in bed.

"You don't have to tell me, Blaine, I just want to know."

"I want to tell you. But..."

"But what?"

"But it kinda feels like I always complain..."

"What? No you don't!"

"Yes, yes I do. You ask how I am, and I complain. Hannah asks how I am and I complain. Carole asks how I am and I complain. It's all I do. It sucks so fucking much Kurt."

"Blaine..."

"You don't get it Kurt." Blaine sighed and turned in bed, facing away from Kurt.

Kurt placed a hand on his shoulder and forced him on his back again.

"Let me go!" Blaine struggled to get away from Kurt.

Kurt took a better grip on Blaine's shoulder and forced him to stay on his back. Blaine kept struggling against him so Kurt placed himself on top on Blaine, with one leg on each side of him.

"Blaine! Now you stay still and listen to me Blaine Hummel!"

Kurt waited until Blaine had stopped moving and he actually was looking at him again.

"I don't wanna hear you say things like that again. You listen to me now. When I ask how you are doing I want to hear the truth, not some version of the truth. I want to be able to trust you. I want to know that when you say you're okay that you actually are okay.

"I don't care if you say that you're not feeling good every day for the rest of our life, Blaine. I just want to know the truth. Well, if you'd say you're not okay than I'd probably try and do something about it. But I want - I need - you to tell me the truth, Blaine.

"I haven't been in many relationships, but I'm pretty sure telling the truth is a really important ingredient for it to work. How would you feel if you asked me how I'm doing and I didn't tell you how I'm really feeling?" Kurt stared at Blaine.

"It wouldn't feel great..." Blaine whispered.

Kurt climbed off Blaine and sat down next to him. He pulled Blaine up so they both were sitting.

"It doesn't feel great." Kurt admitted.

"I'm sorry, Kurt."

"I know. Can we talk about it now? How are you?"

"I'm..." Blaine closed his mouth and thought about how he really was. "I'm tired. All the time, Kurt. I go to school but the last classes before lunch I have trouble keeping focus. Normally I write down what we talk about and then, during the evening, I have to go through it all again. And then it's like I never went to that class.

"And therapy is... It's so hard, Kurt. I'm so tired. In group I might stay awake for ten minutes before I doze off. Smitty wakes me at least five times every week. It's so embarrassing. Lane manages to stay awake every group. I don't know how she does it.

"And after group, when I have to wait for Carole. It was different when I had a bed at the ward, but now I don't and it's so hard. I sit in the staff room in the ER waiting for her, and it's impossible to stay awake. Then she drives me home and asks all these questions and most often I don't know what she's talking about cause I'm partially sleeping.

"And when I meet with Hannah, it's the same. She talks and we look at the homework, but it doesn't give me anything, Kurt. I'm so tired. I have to ask her over and over again to repeat what she has said. It sucks so badly. Therapy was the one thing that gave me hope that I would at some point going to be normal again, but now I don't think it's possible.

"And evenings at home is torture. Especially when you're not home. I'm so glad that you have friends and the glee club and all, and I don't want you to ever change that or prioritize differently, but when you're not here, I miss you so much. My thoughts go haywire and I just... There's so much anxiety.

"And I get that it's crazy for you to hear, Kurt. And I don't want you to do anything about it, cause I don't think you can... But, it's so hard Kurt. It's so much anxiety. Sometimes it's eating me alive. I'm so sorry Kurt. I'm so sorry."

Blaine finally stopped talking long enough to let Kurt say something.

"Oh, Blaine..."

"No! Don't! You see? This is why I don't tell you how I am. I don't want you to feel guilty or anything." Blaine voice broke.

The sobs he had forced down while he spoke broke loose and shook his body. He slumped against the bed but Kurt caught him easily and took him in his embrace. He held him while Blaine cried. When the sobs died down Blaine looked up at Kurt with swollen, sleepy eyes.

"I'm so sorry Kurt."

"Sssh... I love you."

"Love you too."

Kurt shifted so they both were laying down. Blaine laid pressed to Kurt. He refused to let go and Kurt held him close while slowly stroking his hair with one hand. It didn't take long before Blaine calmed down enough for the sleep to claim him. He still sobbed on and off during sleep and Kurt held him close.

Blaine was home that entire week. Carole spoke with his teachers and with a note from Blaine's therapist and doctor, they arranged for him to have essays instead of tests in school. He studied and slept that week. Hannah and Smitty gave him time off from therapy and group for him to get some energy back.

It was a slow week that Blaine really needed. When Monday morning came around and he and Kurt were about to leave to Cincinnati that afternoon he had regained some of his energy. He wasn't ready to start school, but he still had a whole week to recover.

As Blaine packed for the week in Cincinnati, he looked forward for a week in their house. First just some days with just his fiancé, he had already plans for what he wanted to do with Kurt during those... He smiled as he packed the lube and condoms. This was going to be a fun week...