Follow Up to Don't Telling Cause It Hurts

Warning: Non-main character death

Kurt doesn't blame Blaine for being mad. He stood Blaine up to go sit in a diner and order two hot chocolates he wasn't going to drink and then come home and sob himself to sleep. He heard Blaine come into their room and head straight into the bathroom. He carefully sat himself on the end of the bed, slouched, his face probably still red and tear stained. He knew Blaine would be mad before he even saw him. Tonight was their first date to start making up for thing. They were supposed to meet at a new restaurant Blaine wanted to try when Kurt got done work at 6, but Kurt got the phone call around three or four and left work then, forgetting about the date until now.

He heard Blaine come out of the bathroom, but he didn't look up at him. Everything hurt too much.

"I don't really want to see you right now," Blaine snapped as he grabbed his pillow off the bed, preparing to sleep in the guest room.

"Blaine …" Kurt breathe his voice wet with tears threatening to spill over. He hasn't sounded this small and broken in a long time.

"No! You knew how important tonight was to me. You promised me," he snapped with tears in his voice as well, except they wear from anger. "Do you even know how stupid I looked and felt waiting for you in the restaurant? I am your husband and you stood me up and for what?"

Kurt couldn't answer as the tears and hurt took over his body once more.

"I swear Kurt if this was about work again I don't know-"

Kurt cut him off with a chocked sob, covering his mouth with a shaking hand so he wouldn't wake up Sophie and Oliver.

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice was softer now, filled with concern. "What happened? Were you replaced?"

All it took was one gentle concerned hand on his arm and Kurt clung to him, now using Blaine's abdomen to cover his sobs. He couldn't even think about it, how was he ever going to say out loud.

Blaine gasped as Kurt clung to him, beginning to rub his back to try comfort him. "It's okay," he whispered.

The words only caused Kurt to further shake his head because no it wasn't okay. He pulled back only enough that he wasn't chocking the words out into Blaine's shirt.

"He didn't make," the words were a wet mess but they were spoken. "He's gone"

It was the first time he said it out loud and it only made it more real than he ever wanted it to be.

Kurt continued to cry and quietly sob as Blaine gently stripped him out of his work clothes. He felt himself being guided into their bed and under the covers, Blaine pulled him close and allowing him to cling back onto him and cry into his chest.

Kurt cried himself back to sleep.

Kurt woke the next morning to Blaine yelling. Not angry or fighting but like Blaine was speaking to someone who couldn't hear him. His eyes and throated burned and he was still tired but he forced himself out of bed, pulling on a pair of pajama pants and a sweat shirt before making his way into kitchen, blinking at the bright light.

Oliver was sitting in his high chair with a bowl of cheerios that he was throwing more than eating. Sophie was missing from the kitchen, which meant she was probably playing in her room. Blaine was sitting in his usual spot at the small kitchen table that they only used for breakfast and lunch, with a phone book in front of them and a phone to his ear.

"Your nephew-in-law Burt," he shouted slowly into the phone. "No I'm Blaine your grand nephew's husband!"

He blinked a few more times to wake himself up before bending down to pick up the thrown cheerios and placing a light kiss onto Oliver's head.

"Kurt and I are already – yup have a nice day!" He gave up saying a quick goodbye and hanging up. He smiled softly a Kurt, "I'm so sorry I woke you."

"Were you on the phone with my Great-Aunt Mildred?" Kurt asked instead of responding to Blaine's un-needed apology if he was calling family members so he didn't have to. "Blaine, she's like a hundred with dementia."

"She was on the list" he shrugged like it was nothing. It was everything; Blaine had way more patience to deal with her than Kurt ever would have.

"How many people have you called already?" Kurt asked still in shock his husband was doing this for him. "I was gong to do it once I –"

"No, you don't need to worry about anything," Blaine cut him off quickly. "I'm almost done with the calls so how about you eat. I made you some pancakes, I originally thought about bringing them to you in bed, but I figured it's better if you get your sleep."

Kurt could feel tears pool in his eyes, if he even had any left after last night.

"Oh Kurt," Blaine soothed pulling Kurt in for another hug.

"You're just being so wonderful and I was so awful," Kurt explained through his tears. "I stood you up for a really important date and you're here calling relatives I don't even know that well so you probably never even met them, and the horrible things I have said to you."

Blaine shushed him before he could go on any further, "We've already apologized and put those things behind us. You were extremely close with your dad and he," Blaine sniffled back his own tears before continuing, "and he was important to both of us. I want to take care of this for you so you don't need to be upset about more than one thing."

Blaine really did take care of and arrange everything. He puts together all the details of the funeral he can, from tracking down the minister that married Burt and Carole to finding out who wishes to speak or at the funeral and planning it. Kurt says he wants to speak and sing, worried he will regret it if he doesn't. He also gets Kurt's help in songs that should be played during the funeral. He books the flights and explains what happened to both Sophie and Oliver so they can both understand.

When they get to Ohio Blaine continues to make sure both and Carol having nothing to worry about that they don't have to. Carole likes to partake in things that will distract her from her grief.

It's their first night there and Kurt was trying to find his father's best suit to wear when the anger hits him. Instead of looking for his suit like he asked to do he ends of tearing apart his father's closet, throwing clothes, shoes, and hangers in every direction. Blaine waits until he is done his tantrum before carefully pulling him out of the mess. Kurt changes his mind about the suit at the funeral and Blaine, without being asked, rushes back to get Burt his flannel shirt, ball cap, and blue jeans to wear instead.

Kurt is overwhelmed by the turn out of people at the funeral. Plenty of them try to speak with him and give their condolences but he feels like nothing is real today. It is real and he knows this but he isn't feeling anything, until it's his turn to speak. Blaine honestly has to force him up there. Kurt gets out two sentences before losing it, forcing Blaine to take over and speak for both of them. He doesn't sing the song he originally planned to. Blaine promises he can sing it later and it won't be too late.

Kurt feels empty looking at Burt's casket. Everyone has already left, including Carole. He just can't tear himself away. His father was supposed to live forever he conquered so many things before and then after collapsing in the store and spending two weeks in the hospital he is gone. It doesn't seem right. He feels lost without his father here. Blaine grounds him by taking his hand when sky turns a darker blue and leads him away.

After the funeral Carole decides she is going to move down south, where it's warmer. At first Kurt and Blaine worry but she reassures she has some friends down south. They give in and promise to help sell and pack up the house when she is ready. They still stay with her for a short while, not wanting to leave her alone in a house she spent all her time with Burt in just yet. Carole tells Kurt to take whatever he wants and Blaine helps him sort it out.

The night before they are leaving to fly back home Kurt can't sleep so he carefully removes all of Blaine's limbs and crawls out of bed. He makes his way downstairs and puts on some home movies of when his mom was alive … when his dad was alive. He doesn't know if he will ever get used to saying that. He doesn't know how long he has been down there watching but he feels Blaine eventually join him. He probably woke up when Kurt's spot got cold and he got worried. Blaine doesn't say anything he just takes the spot next to Kurt and puts his head on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt watches a few more minutes before he breathes out a "Thank you."

Blaine just hums in acknowledgement, placing a kiss on Kurt's jawline.

Kurt watches a few more moments, his dad is helping him practice for his dance recital.

"I'm just waiting to wake up or see him come in through the door saying it was a mistake or mix-up. That it wasn't him," Kurt explains.

"I am too," Blaine admits lifting his head from Kurt's shoulder and looking at him, waiting patiently for Kurt to continue.

"When my mom first passed away I … I didn't believe it or I didn't want to. I would wake up and forget and go looking for her," Kurt begins to try to explain what he was feeling, what he was afraid of. "I'm worried I'm going to forgot and try to call him when Oliver is potty trained or Sophie wins another award or that you finally got me to understand football, or baseball, or basketball."

"I don't know if I could ever get you to understand sports," Blaine chuckled.

"I called Finn after-" Kurt starts to continue but cuts himself off by shaking his head because he feels silly.

"I did that too," Blaine confesses grabbing hold of Kurt's hand and giving it a tight squeeze. "We'll get through this together just like we do with everything else. I will always be here to pull you back in or hold your hand whenever you need me."

Kurt starts crying all over again, but he quickly wipes away the tears before Blaine can even pull him in for a hug.

"Blaine I –" he pauses to take a calming breath, scared of the words he is going to say. "When we had our fight and I had to fly to Ohio, I considered moving out for a moment. I was still mad and I don't think I would have ever actually done because the second I thought about it further I wanted to vomit."

When Blaine doesn't immediately respond Kurt dares to look away from their still joined hands, both gripped onto the other like if either one let go they would float away. The look on Blaine's face causes Kurt's heart to shatter.

"Why did you consider it?" Blaine stutters out, his eyes expressing how worried he is.

"I thought maybe after meeting Justin you fell out of love with me. He is everything I'm not and you seemed to really like him. And I thought I needed time and space to think about us, and what was the right thing to do, and why we couldn't stop fighting." Kurt explained doing everything he could do to not cry anymore.

"I just like the attention he was giving me," Blaine repeated his words from before.

"I didn't mean to neglect you the way I had and I know I already apologized and explained my actions. I'm telling you this because I really love you and I can't believe you did all everything for me and you are so selfless and giving that even if I had moved out you still would have done everything you did." Kurt continued carefully wiping away Blaine's tears, not realizing he had his own falling down the end of his nose.

"Because I love you too, Kurt." Blaine said before taking his hand out of Kurt's to pull Kurt in for a kiss to further express his love, as if saying it was enough.

Kurt was amazing it still felt as new and as wonderful as it had the first time Blaine kissed.

When they pulled away Kurt took a couple breaths before speaking again, "I can't promise we will never fight again, but I can promise you that I will never leave you."

"I know you won't," Blaine replied, nodding like he had already known this.

Kurt smiles and cuddles into Blaine turning his attention back to the home video. He begins to drift off when he feels Blaine laugh. "What's so funny?" He asks thinking he missed something on the video.

"I'm just realizing you thought I could run away with someone like Justine when I have fat ass, that's going start to sag soon, and a dad gut," Blaine chuckled.

If it weren't too soon Kurt would have probably laughed too. "For your information I happen to like your ass and very tiny, almost unnoticeable dad gut."

"I know you do, but I also like reminds of that every now and then," Blaine responds, rubbing his hand along Kurt's arm pausing for a second before speaking again. "You know to make sure your eyesight hasn't gone yet or something," he jokes lightly.

"I will work on telling you all the things I love about you, including your amazing looks," Kurt begins with a smile, "I just need to be careful or else you head will get as big as your ass."