A/N: enjoy guys. As always, all the mistakes are mine, since I never can stop myself from doing changes after my fabulous beta Lauren had done hear job.

Blaine didn't wake any more that evening. He moved in the bed again around noon the following day, he shifted so he was lying on his side instead of his back. Carole took it as a good sign; he had been too drugged during the days that had passed to shift from his back. He was still on two forms of antibiotics and he still needed oxygen, but the fever wasn't dangerously high anymore.

At 3 pm that day Blaine opened his eyes and tried to stretch his body. He groaned as his ribs protested and his wrist hurt. He was about to fall back to sleep when a voice reached him.

"Blainey?"

"Kurt?" He opened his eyes and smiled as he saw his fiancé sitting next to his bed.

"You awake?"

"I am."

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore. Tired." He told him. "How are you feeling?"

Kurt laughed out loud at this.

"How am I feeling? I'm fine, silly."

"Why was that a funny question?" Blaine asked but he was getting increasingly tired and the bed was so comfy. His eyes slid close before Kurt could answer him. "So tired."

"Blaine? Can you stay awake for me?" Carole asked him.

Blaine forced his eyelids up and shifted in bed. He groaned as his ribs and wrist hurt him. Carole was on the other side. He looked around the room. He wasn't at home or at Kristen's.

"Where are we?" He asked.

"We're at the hospital." Kurt told him.

"Are you okay?" Blaine could clearly see that he was the one in hospital clothes, with one wrist in a cast, but the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"What's the last thing you remember sweetie?"

"I went up to the big house to turn on the heater." He said after thinking about it.

"That's was on Wednesday. Now it's..." Kurt turned to Carole.

"It's Saturday." She told them.

"What happened?" Blaine asked.

"You have pneumonia. You went to get some water in the middle of the night and fell and broke your wrist." Carole explained.

"So tired." Blaine mumbled.

"Go to sleep, honey, we're right here."

"Mmm..."

"He's awake." Kurt said to Carole when Blaine was sleeping again.

"Yes, now I'd say he's awake. Could you be convinced to go home to take a shower and change your clothes then?"

"A shower wouldn't be all that bad." Kurt admitted.

"Good. I'll call Burt and see if someone can come and get you. I know Finn is dying to see Blaine."

Kurt smiled at Carole.

Finn and Puck entered the room half an hour later. Blaine was still asleep.

"Dude! He looks so small!" Finn said.

"Is he drugged like when he came home from the hospital the first time?" Puck asked, remembering when Blaine had revealed he was afraid of him and then wanted to touch his hair.

"No, he was yesterday. Now he's just tired." Carole told them.

"I wanna talk to him!" Finn whined a bit.

A nurse who had entered the room during Finn's whining smiled to him.

"Well, I guess you're lucky then, cause I'm about to wake him up."

"Really? Why?" Kurt asked.

"I want him to sit up a bit to see what that does to his breathing. We want to remove his oxygen tube soon." She explained.

"Oh. Can I wake him up?" Kurt asked her.

"Of course."

Kurt sat down in the armchair and shook Blaine.

"Blainey? Hon? It's time to wake up."

"So tired." Blaine mumbled and pressed himself further down into the pillow.

"I know, but you need to wake up so the nurse can help you."

"Don't want help."

"I know, but it's important."

Blaine sighed but forced his eyelids open. He smiled at the sight of Kurt.

"Are you wearing my one-piece, Kurty?" He asked with a smile.

"We left in the middle of night, don't judge me..."

"Isn't it the best though?"

"I'll admit it's pretty good. But now I've worn it since Thursday, it's time for a change soon."

Blaine smiled to him. His eyelids started closing again.

"Tired."

"No, Blaine, you need to talk to the nurse as well." Kurt said.

"Blaine?" The nurse asked him.

"Yeah?" He asked but didn't open his eyes.

"Can you lay on your back for me?"

He groaned but did as he was told, still without opening his eyes.

"Good, now I'm gonna raise the back on your bed so you'll be sitting up."

As she started to raise his bed, he opened his eyes.

"Dizzy." He stated.

Kurt took his left hand and squeezed it.

"I know." The nurse said. "That's why I'm doing this with you in bed. Just take your time."

Blaine kept looking at Kurt as he slowly rose to sit up. It took some time for him to be okay with this new position.

"How are you feeling?" The nurse asked.

He turned to look at her and was surprised to find Finn and Puck watching him from the foot of the bed.

"I'm okay." He said uncertain.

"Good, then we'll move you to the side of the bed. Kurt can help you. It's best if you sit so you have your legs on Kurt's side on the bed."

Blaine slowly, with help of Kurt and Carole moved so he was sitting on the bed. Kurt sat next to him when he finally was sitting without back support.

"I'm gonna faint." He mumbled.

"No, you're not." The nurse stated. "And if you do, we'll bring you back."

"Contradiction." He mumbled, causing Kurt and Carole to chuckle.

After sitting up for a few minutes, he was less dizzy but much more tired.

"So, Blaine, I'm gonna remove your oxygen tube." The nurse said.

He scrunched his nose as he was relieved of the tube.

"I'm so tired." He said after some time.

"I know, you're soon going back in the bed. I'm just gonna measure your oxygen level."

Carole watched her doing it.

"What is it now?"

"It's 87 %." She told her.

"Not perfect." Carole said.

"Mom, hush. It's good enough for me to sleep some more." Blaine said.

The nurse smiled and Carole kissed him on the forehead.

"You can go back to sleep now, Blaine." The nurse said.

"Told ya!" Blaine said and leaned against Kurt.

"No, first you have to lie down, sweets." Carole said.

"No, no, no. Do you know the effort it took to get me up here? I'm staying, mom."

Puck stepped forward and scooped Blaine up and put him down on his back.

"Thanks. You okay?" Blaine asked him.

"I've been better." Puck answered.

"I know the feeling. Have you spoken to your mom?"

"Nah, she's still in the hospital."

"I'm sosorrypu..." Blaine mumbled as his eyes closed on him.

"Kurt!" He shouted and forced his eyes up.

"Yes!" Kurt asked.

"Love you." Blaine mumbled before he let sleep took him.

Kurt smiled fondly at him and stepped away to let the nurse put the oxygen tube back under his nose.

"He's quite funny like this." Finn said.

"What the oxygen level when he's lying down?" Carole asked.

"It's 83%." The nurse answered.

"Why is it still so low?" Carole asked, mostly to herself.

"I don't know. I think the doctors want to take some more x-rays of his lungs."

"Okay..."

Burt called Carole later that day, informing her that Kurt had collapsed after a long shower. One minute he had been sitting on the couch joking with Martin and the next minute he was deep asleep, sitting up on the same couch. They decided to let him sleep.

Blaine woke up couple of times. He managed to drink some water and to sit up for five minutes before it was too exhausting for him and he fell back to sleep. But every time he sat up his oxygen level rose which calmed Carole down.

Blaine slept all through the night. So did Carole on the bed Marge had brought in for Kurt.

The next morning Burt drove Kurt, Finn and Puck to the hospital. Blaine was feeling better and was able to move and sit on the armchair. Not for long, but it did wonders for his lungs and the oxygen level.

Kurt had a loud discussion with Burt and Carole about him going to Lima. It was Sunday and the following day was a normal school day for him. He had written his essay during the days at the hospital. But he refused to leave Cincinnati without Blaine and his parents refused to let him miss school. After a three hours long discussion, interrupted by Blaine waking up some times, Kurt realized his parents wouldn't buckle about this. Blaine tried to comfort him, which made Kurt even more upset.

That afternoon Kurt, Burt, Finn and Puck drove to Lima and left Carole and Blaine in Cincinnati. The doctors were positive Blaine would leave the hospital in a couple of days. Kurt sat silent, sulking, in the front seat next to his father who drove Kurt's car to Lima. Burt let him be, he knew his son well enough to know there wasn't anything he could do at this point to cheer him up.

When Burt parked at their house Kurt's phone alerted him he got a new email. He opened it when he was alone in his and Blaine's room. He sat down on the bed and sighed, but smiled when he opened the email.

My dearest Kurt.

You just left some hours ago but I already miss you so much.

I'm so used to having you next to me all the time. That or, when you're at school, knowing that you soon will be home. During the days when you're at school I usually have a mental note of things I want to talk to you about. Because you know, I want to share everything with you.

I love you so much.

Now I'm tired and need to sleep.

Your Blaine forever

My beloved Blainey

Thanks for your email.

We just got home. The car ride took forever and all I could think of was you. I feel so bad for leaving you. It was different when you were at the hospital here in Lima, then I could come and visit you every day. Even if you didn't wake up, or was too drugged to talk, I still got to see you and hug you. Now I can't. And it sucks so badly. I'm so sorry Blaine, Do you feel like I've abandoned you? I'm so sorry.

I'm gonna take a shower now.

Love you the most.

Your Kurt

My dearest Kurt.

I've just had the antibiotics and I'm gonna sleep for the night now. Carole is already sleeping in your bed. Not your bed, but in the bed Marge brought in for you.

Tomorrow they are gonna take more x-rays of my lungs. They can't figure out why my oxygen level is still so low. And the fever has started the rise again. I hate having a fever.

No, Kurt, I don't feel abandoned one little bit. You need to go to school. And mom is here. She said she would talk with the doctors tomorrow about transferring me to the hospital in Lima. We'll see what they say about it. It wouldn't be too bad. But, on the other side, I kinda recognize some of the nurses by now. But mom says by tomorrow, when it isn't the weekend anymore, there will be different nurses.

Dinner tonight was so yucky. It was suppose to some fish with rice. Let's just say it wasn't as good as the turkey I missed out on thanksgiving. Please, tell me about thanksgivings! What did I miss? What did you guys eat? Tell me, tell me!

I love you to the moon and back.

Your Blaine for ever

My beloved Blaine,

I'm just about to go to sleep too. We had a nice dinner. Dad bought pizza and we ate it in front of the tv while watching some football game. I have no idea between which teams, and I couldn't care less. But it was still nice to sit there and listen to them talking and analyzing the game, it kinda made me feel like "one of the guys". That isn't a feeling I have a lot. Not that I'm complaining, it's just a fact. I'm just so typical gay. I'm the kind of gay that makes the stereotype living. Fashion, the voice, the non-existing interest in sports...

Well, enough of that.

When I had eaten I went up to our room. But I feel so lonely, Blaine. You're not here. I don't know what I did before you lived here, it wasn't that long ago. It's so weird. My entire being longs for you. Not in a sexual way (not only anyway ;)) but it's like I have gotten so use to you being here. And now I'm here all alone. And I keep reaching for you, just to feel you under my hand. But you're not here.

The fever sucks, I'm so sorry Blaine, I hope they find out something from the x-rays tomorrow. And I so hope you can be transferred to Lima.

Thanksgiving... Well, Blaine, I didn't really celebrate it either. Don't think anyone in the family did. I don't know. I was next to you the whole time, honey. Dad and Carole tried to get me to leave, but I didn't. Not until you were awake at least.

Did you hear the gossip in the family? If you don't know what I'm talking about, ask Carole.

Clothes for tomorrow are chosen.

The alarm is set.

School tomorrow. Sucks.

Love you the most.

Your Kurt

My beloved Blaine,

I'm off to school now. Text me, email me, call me whenever.

Love you the most.

Your Kurt

My dearest Kurt,

Carole just told me about Kristen and Martin and their baby... And about the puking in the ER. I found it with hilarious! I laughed so much my ribs hurt ten times more now. But I feel bad for Kristen, feeling sick all the time can't be fun. Mom said she was sick all the time with Finn.

Kurt, reading about how you see yourself kills me. You should talk to Hannah about it. You know what, though, Kurt? Fashion, your voice and your interest in other things other than sports doesn't make you gay. That makes you you. And I love you. There are plenty of straight guys who are into fashion. And there are plenty of gays into sports. So stop talking yourself down. You're amazing. YOU are amazing... You ARE amazing. You are AMAZING. YOU ARE AMAZING. I love you so much.

I'm sad you don't feel like one of the guys. Is it important to be one of them? I never felt like one of the guys, I never had any guys to be a part of. This isn't a "poor Blaine" thing; it's just me trying to understand.

I feel the same way, Kurt. I miss you all the time. I'm not allowed to be transferred though... Apparently the pain I've been having when I breathe, wasn't just from the broken rib, there is a lot of fluid in one of my lungs. So later today I'm having another surgery where they put a little tube in my lung to drain the fluid. I'm kinda nervous about it. I don't like having things put in my body that shouldn't be there. I already have bolts sticking out from my wrist.

I like that we are pen pals now, I find out a lot more stuff about you. If there's anything you are having a hard time telling me, you can write it, it seems like you have an easier time expressing yourself when you're writing. I want us to be completely honest, and if you find it easy by writing, then go for it!

I'm sorry you had to spend your thanksgiving in the hospital. That was not my plan... But, knowing you, they couldn't get you to leave for anything, right?

Hope school is good for you, that you meet your friends and that you have fabulous day.

I miss you.

I love you.

You are perfect to me.

Your Blaine forever