"How's Kurt?" I asked, as I stepped past Burt into his home.
"Physically, okay other than some bruises. Emotionally, he's still shook up by the whole experience, which I guess is understandable."
I nodded. I felt so bad for my soon to be stepson. "I hope Finn being here didn't make things worse."
"Actually, Finn being here has helped," Burt replied.
I looked at him curiously, waiting for my fiancé to supply more information. Instead of speaking he motioned for me to follow him into the living room. My curiosity growing, I did so. As I reached the doorway of the living room the sight before me made me smile.
Finn was sitting on one end of the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table and head resting on the back of the couch. The slight snore told me he was sleeping peacefully.
Kurt was also sound asleep, sprawled out on the couch, head resting on a pillow in Finn's lap. My son had one arm draped protectively over Kurt.
"Every time Kurt would fall asleep a nightmare would wake him up until he fell asleep like that," Burt said, nodding toward the two boys. "When I found them both sleeping peacefully, I didn't have the heart to disturb them."
"I don't blame you," I replied.
"Why don't you and Finn stay here tonight," Burt suggested. "Then we won't have to disturb those two. If they do wake up, I'll figure out better sleeping arrangements."
"Aren't you going to sleep?" I asked.
Burt shook his head. "I'll probably catch a nap in my recliner but I'm staying near Kurt tonight just in case. I came close to losing him today."
"But you didn't," I told him, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning in close. "And if those two come out closer because of everything, then perhaps some good will come of today."
"I love you," Burt replied, kissing the top of my head.
I smiled. "I love you two, as well as our two boys," I said, my gaze drifting back to the sleeping teens on the couch.