I did as much research as I could for this part, and it's kind of heavy.

KPOV-

Change is inevitable. It's a basic parts of life, and can't be avoided. Some change is good, some is bad.

This falls somewhere in between the two of those.

''Mr. Anderson-Hummel seems to be experiencing amnesia, but it is not severe. He just has no memory of the accident. Other than that, we have not detected any other brain injuries. Now for the upsetting news,'' the doctor says ,''Your vital organs are all functioning properly. However, Mr. Anderson-Hummel… you are paralyzed from the waist down.''

It's been three days since Blaine woke up. His mom, dad, and Cooper barely left his side, and I came in whenever I could.

Blaine nods, taking it all in, always being the strong one.

But I'll gladly keep it together for both of us, when the gravity of the situation hits him later.

''With some physical therapy, Mr. Anderson may be able to gain mobility of his legs again. But, of course, this is not definite. Only time will tell. However, Mr. Anderson can begin outpatient physical therapy as early as tomorrow.''

''That sounds good to me,'' Blaine nods ,''Thank you, Dr. Edwards.''

''No problem,'' the doctor smiles ,''You can be discharged tonight. Have a good afternoon, you two.''

''Thank you, Dr. Edwards,'' I tell her as she leaves, before I turn back to Blaine, ''I'm just… I'm so glad you're okay.''

''I'm glad Gracie is okay,'' he sighs ,''And I hope the driver in the other car is okay.''

There he goes again. Thinking of someone else, not himself.

''Well, Gracie is doing well. Her cast irritates her, as expected, but she's not in as much pain as she was before. All of the kids are so ready to see you. Especially Blair.''

All of the kids love him, but Blair has had the longest with him.

''So… I'm gonna go call our family,'' I leave him alone for a minute.

We both need to collect our thoughts.

''How is he,'' Blair asks as soon as I tell her he's been discharged, and I can hear Noah crying in the back.

His fever has gotten better, but now he has an ear infection. Blair had to take off of work to take him to the hospital, then had to comfort him when he started crying from the pain.

She must be exhausted.

''He's going to be discharged tonight, and he starts physical therapy tomorrow.''

''Physical therapy? Was his arm injured that badly,'' she questions, Noah continuing his pained wailing in the background.

Here we go. I guess that it is better to just be upfront with her.

''He's paralyzed from the waist down, honey. But they said that, with some physical therapy, he may be able to regain mobility of his legs,'' I explain.

There's a long pause, before Blair speaks ,''Allright. I'll try to come by tonight. Would that be okay?''

''That'd be great,'' I sigh ,''I know he wants to see you. But I also think you need to get some rest, honey. You've been under a lot of stress lately, too. And I don't want your health to suffer from this again.''

Because it may be worse next time.

''I'm fine. I'm eating,'' she says quietly ,''Tell daddy I love him, okay? I'll see you two later. And I love you.''

''I love you, too. I'll be sure to tell him, sweetie. Bye.''

After making a few phone calls, and reassuring Mr. and Mrs. ANderson that they could come to the hospital, I head back into the room, where Blaine is staring at the ceiling.

''Hey, handsome. What are you doing?''

'''Just thinking,'' he shrugs, wincing when he irritates his injured arm ,''I'm glad I'm okay, and I'm even more glad that Gracie is I do hope the person who hits us didn't get hurt.''

He is too selfless.

' ''You're incredible,'' I sit on the edge of his bed, careful not to disturb him, ''I don't think that I deserve you.''

''On the contrary,'' he smirks ,''I don't deserve you. You came to see me everyday. Took care of my mom, managed the kids… I don't think I could have done the same if the roles had been reversed, so thank you.''

You could have done it. You're so much stronger than you give yourself credit for.

''Please, I made vows. For better or for worse, right,'' I take his hand, squeezing gently ,''All though I do have to admit that this qualifies enough to go under the worse category, I wasn't going to go anywhere. I wanted to be by your side.''

Because any moment could have been your last.

''I appreciate it,'' Blaine takes my hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the pale skin on the back and running his thumb across my ring ,''I love you.''

''I love you, too.''

Always and forever.

''I was terrified, Blaine. I… I didn't know what to do. I tried s-so hard to stay strong. And sometimes I j-just. Couldn't-''

''Hey, hey, don't do that,'' he sits up, wiping my tears ,''You are human, Kurt. And you can't do it on your own. Everyone knew that, that's why they helped. We've made it through this part of the storm. Now we're gonna make it through this one. If you're not giving up. neither am I. For better or for worse.''

''For better or for worse,'' I nod, ''Sorry I unloaded all of that on you.''

''Don't. I take this to mean you're happy I'm coming home,'' he smirks.

''You're such a dork,'' I laugh ,''But, yeah. That bed is so lonely without my husband.''

''Well, Mr. Anderson-Hummel, I'd be happy to keep you warm. Afterall, I was meant to be by your side until the day that I die.''

''I know,'' I lean into kiss him ,''I believe that I promised the same. Though I could be wrong.''

''You're adorable,'' he plays with my fingers ,''Besides, you're not getting rid of me. I'm not going anywhere that easily, Kurt Anderson-Hummel.''

A promise that I know he'd never break unless he had to.

And the silver lining in this dark cloud.

RoryPOV-

''Okay,'' I set the laundry basket on the table, ''The kids are down for their nap. And I payed the phone, cable, and internet bill after you took care of the rent, and grocery shopping. So we're all caught up. What's wrong?''

Sugar is staring at the floor, which is littered with baby toys.

''Blaine's going to be released from the hospital tonight. And… and he starts physical therapy tomorrow.''

''Was his arm that badly injured,'' I begin, sitting next to her as we begin to fold the twins' clothes.

''He is paralyzed from the waist down,'' Sugar says, checking for my reaction, ''But they said that he may be able to gain mobility of his legs with physical therapy.''

Oh.

I honestly don't know how to respond to that. Anger? No. Sadness? Blaine wouldn't want that. Humor? Definitely not.

The truth will probably work best.

''He's going to be just fine,'' I nod ,''I know it. The same thing happened to Quinn, and did well in physical therapy, and now she can walk again.''

And so will Blaine.

''Okay,'' she folds Wendy's skirt ,''I'm all for optimism, but I don't understand how you can always see the bright side.''

''Well, doesn't it beat the alternative,'' I raise an eyebrow ,''Seeing the negativity?''

What good would that do?

''I guess you're right,'' she sighs as Wendy cries, ''I've got her.''

Sugar heads towards the room as I continue folding the clothes.

''Why don't you ever sleep when your brother does,huh,'' Sugar teases our daughter, sitting on the floor with her.

Wendy just grins, staring up at her mom.

''No answer, huh,'' Sugar pretends to pout as I join them on the floor ,''Say hi to daddy!''

''Hi,'' I play with Wendy's hand ,''She's beautiful. I'm not gonna know what to do when she starts dating.''

I'm gonna be worse than Blaine was with Grace.

''We have years and years for that,'' Sugar hands Wendy her stuffed animal ,''Guess what, sweetie? Grandpa Blaine gets to go home tonight!''

I think I fall in love with her every time I see her with our kids. Sugar is a great wife, but an even more amazing mom. She's loving and sweet and patient…

She reminds me a lof of my own mom in that sense. I bet they would have gotten along great.

But dad and Blaine are amazing, and they're just as supportive of her as they are of me. They accept her, and that's all I'm asking for.

''And he's gonna be fine. Blaine is gonna be just fine,'' I smile at Sugar, who gives a small grin back.

She may not believe me now, but she will soon. Blaine will be walking again soon enough.

And if no one else believes in him, I do.

BPOV-

It's been a months since I've been released from the hospital.

And a month since I've started physical therapy.

Kurt took the rest of the month off after my accident, staying home with Grace and I. My mother, after crying every time she looked at me, left two weeks after I came home, taking my dad with her.

I may not get along with my dad as well as I could, but he promised that he is only a phone call away if I ever need him.

It's a small gesture, but it means so much.

Cooper and Danielle stayed for a week, coming to see me everyday. Cooper and I have not always seen eye to eye, but it was nice having my big brother there for me.

Jacob, Liam, and Jade have really helped around the house, even offering to help me out. Liam takes his brother and sister to school, since he got his license, and takes on my household chores. He makes sure his brother and sister do their chores and finish their homework. Not that we'd have any reason to worry about that.

Rory and Sugar come by when they can. They usually have to pick Jade and Jacob up from the community center, but they never complain.

Kurt… Kurt is the only reason I believe I'm going to be okay. He comes to physical therapy with me, keeping a brave face for me

Because that's what you doin a relationship: you lean on each other in the darkest hours.

''You okay,'' he asks as he bends bends my legs the way he was shown.

Another day, more physical therapy. But I'm not complaining. I'm just glad I have someone like him to get me through this.

''I should be asking you the same thing,'' he tells me, bright blue eyes staring into mine ,''But yes, I'm fine. You?''

''Just great,'' I nod ,''Enjoying the view.''

He fondly shakes his head, ''You're an idiot.''

''How are we doing over here,'' the physical therapist, Michelle, returns.

''I think we're doing pretty well,'' Kurt shrugs ,''He's not complaining.''

This was so painful when we started, just as Michelle said it probably will be, but it's not so bad now.

''Great,'' she smiles ,''You are responding well, I have to admit. Well, we'll see you at your next session.''

''See you then,'' I respond, looking to Kurt, ''Ready?''

''Yeah,'' he lifts me up, setting me in my chair ,''You okay?''

''I'm fine.''

I'm great. I'm here, with you, and you have been by my side through the whole trying ordeal. You're helping me as much as you can, because I'd do the same thing for you. You believe in me, Kurt.

And, not that I've told him, I've begun to regain feeling.

''Look at me,'' I tell him, taking his hand ,''Stop it. I'm fine.''

I'm going to be fine.

''Here you go,'' Blair hands me the glass of water, ''Can I get you anything else?''

Kurt had to run back to his studio, so Blair came over after Ryder got home to stay with Noah. She fed the kids, made sure their homework was done, and put Grace and Liam in their beds.

Now I finally get to spend some time with her.

''I'm fine,'' I take a sip, ''I'm just glad to finally spend some time with my daughter.''

She smiles a little, sitting on the couch, ''I missed you too, daddy.''

''So why haven't you really come to see me,'' I ask her, addressing the giant elephant in the room.

''I… I love you, dad. You know that. I was just trying to give you some time, honestly. I don't know if I could do this…. you're a lot stronger than I am.''

''Blair Anderson, the things that you have been through? Part of you making it through them was because of your own stress. You're stronger than you think you are.''

Then again, aren't we all?

''I just don't know what to say. If you believe you're going to be able to walk again, then so do I,'' she takes my hand ,''You've never given up on me even when it was hard. So I can't do that to you.''

This past month has been the hardest of my life. Trying to keep the positivity is oddly tiring, even with all of the support from my friends and family.

''You hand I have been through a lot. You're my daughter, Blair. I'm always going to be here for you.''

''That goes both ways,'' she reminds me.

And this is one of those moments that make being a parent so very worth it.

''I know,'' I move the curls from her face, bringing my hand to my lap ,''Which is why I'm going to make a promise to you.''

''Yeah?,'' she grins a little ,''What's that?''

''Blair Anderson, I promise you that by the time you get married, I will be walking. Well before them. Because I am going to be able to walk you down the aisle, and dance with you at your wedding.''

I'll be walking soon. I know it. I'm not giving up on that. I'd accept my fate either way, but I know I'm going to walk again.

No matter what anyone says.

She looks down, wiping at her eyes, then back up at me ,''Alright then. I promise to save a dance for you.''

''Good,'' I press a kiss to her forehead ,''It's a deal.''

I made a promise to myself, too. That I wouldn't give up without trying.

And I try to never break a promise.

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