A/N: Yay! The sequel to 'Hospital' - and loljk I totally forgot to upload so you'll get the other 6 when we get home. Baii!

"You're not going to return the favour, are you?" Blaine asked softly, and Kurt shot him a confused look from where he was spooning himself some cereal.

"Come again?"

"You know…checking out without saying goodbye and then never coming back?"

Kurt gave a small chuckle, touching Blaine's hand briefly before going back to his breakfast.

"No, I won't return the favour."

Blaine nodded and went back to chewing his toast.

It was finally the day when Kurt could go home, a month and a half after Burt had first come to visit. It had been long and tough – Kurt had to convince his therapist that he was ready to go – that he could go home. He just wanted life to return to normal.

He didn't want to leave Blaine, but there was at least another month until school started. Blaine didn't really mind. He wanted Kurt to be happy, and he was still convinced that whatever would make him happy didn't exist in a mental institution.

Burt arrived at the hospital after breakfast, a wide grin on his face. Kurt raced up to hug him, and Burt grinned, squeezing him tightly.

"I have a surprise." He said softly, and Kurt raised his eyebrows, intrigued.

"What?"

"Blaine's going home today."

Kurt's eyes lit up, but immediately they turned suspicious.

"To a foster home?"

Burt's grin was as wide as his face. "No. Not a foster home. Our home."

It took Kurt a minute to register, to study Burt's face until he was absolutely sure Burt wasn't joking around.

"Wait…so…"

"I talked to the nurses and it's sorted. We're taking custody of him until he turns eighteen."

Kurt's eyes widened, his eyebrows rising to his hairline.

"Does he know?"

"Not yet." Burt chuckled. "I figured you could tell him, if you want."

"So what? Are you adopting him..?"

"No, nothing like that. We're essentially his foster family, and he stays with us until he's legal."

Kurt took another minute to register, before he launched himself at Burt, grinning into his collar. "You're the best dad ever. Ever!" he laughed giddily.

Burt just grinned. "Go tell him, kiddo."

Kurt just grinned, turning and running through the halls, back to his ward. There were a few curious faces watching him, but he didn't stop to talk. He couldn't.

Blaine was going to come live with him.

He skidded into his ward and raced to the back, where Blaine sat a little dejectedly. His eyes lit up at Kurt's sudden entrance.

"Kurt…?"

"Pack your stuff!" he grinned widely.

Blaine frowned. "What?"

"Get up, start packing!"

Blaine was confused. "Why?"

"You're coming home. With me. Forever!"

Kurt's eyes were wide and bright, a luminous grin lighting up his face. Blaine had only seen this a couple of times – in the courtyard, when he was singing, mostly.

Blaine frowned. "Sorry…what?"

"My dad…he talked to the nurses, and he's gained custody over you! You get to come live with me. Until you turn eighteen."

Blaine's jaw dropped. "Are you…are you joking?"

Kurt shook his head wildly and Blaine's eyes lit up with faint traces of hope. He still hadn't moved – it was like he'd been stunned into oblivion. Was this really happening?

"Blaine?" Kurt asked gently, taking his hand.

Blaine suddenly let out a laugh, shaking his head and rubbing a hand through his hair. "Wow…wow…" he whispered. "What is life?"

He laughed again and Kurt reached forward to hug him, and they were both laughing.

"Come on, we have to get packing!"

^.^

Ten minutes later, Blaine had two suitcases full of stuff packed.

"I need to get my guitar." Blaine suddenly remembered. "And say goodbye to Jessie."

"Already here, Blaine…" said her warm voice, and Blaine whipped around.

She grinned at him almost a little sadly, offering his guitar. He ignored it, flinging himself into her arms and hugging her around the middle.

"I'm going to miss you." He whispered, and she grinned, hugging him tightly.

When he let go, Kurt hugged her as well while Blaine took his guitar.

"I'm going to have to find some more boys to look after." She grinned. "Although I don't think I'd ever come across some as interesting as you boys."

They blushed good naturedly, and Blaine bit his lip.

"Jessie…do you think I could have your phone number…or something? Like…for when things get too rough and Kurt isn't around?"

Jessie hesitated.

"What about my email? I'm not supposed to keep in contact with patients, but emails are okay." She offered.

Blaine nodded gratefully and they exchanged addresses.

"You boys ready yet?" Burt called, and Blaine double checked his section one last time, exchanging a wide grin with Kurt.

"Let's go."

^.^

Kurt sat in the front seat, Blaine in the back. They were silently waiting for some conversation starter, so it wasn't awkward.

"Uh…thank you so much…" Blaine finally started awkwardly. "For…taking me in…"

Burt gave him a half smile. "Hey…you…you don't deserve to be in a place like that."

Blaine bit his lip, gazing awkwardly out the window.

Kurt half smiled, seeing a familiar logo out the window.

"Hey, dad…?"

"Yeah kiddo?"

"Can we stop for burgers?"

Blaine's eyes lit up.

"And fries?" he asked excitedly.

"And ice cream for dessert?" Kurt added, turning pleading eyes on Burt.

Burt sighed. He knew this would happen – that the two boys would team up against him. Still, at least Kurt was eating.

"Sure. Why not."

^.^

"This is your house?" Blaine's eyes were wide, taking in the large two storey building.

"Yup! My room is the basement."

"Really?"

"Now, we've got two guest rooms." Burt said, popping the boot. "One's downstairs next to Kurt's, and the other is upstairs. Which would you prefer?"

Blaine hesitated before cautiously asking him "Is it okay if I have the one downstairs?"

Burt smirked. "It's fine. As long as you two aren't…" Burt hesitated, a small blush rising on his cheeks. "Sneaking into each other's rooms."

"We won't, dad…" Kurt muttered, embarrassedly ducking his head.

Blaine awkwardly grabbed his bags, and Burt just shook his head.

"I'll leave Kurt to show you around…um….do you boys need anything…?"

"Um…" Kurt blinked a couple of times. "Not really…we'll call you if we do…"

Burt nodded, almost a little sadly. He thought that once Kurt was home, they'd spend more time together. As Kurt grabbed his own suitcase and lead Blaine inside, Burt realised that it wouldn't happen like that. His boy was growing up, and his boy wasn't into the same stuff Burt was into. Blaine was his age – Blaine was pretty much in his position, and Blaine was in Kurt's interests.

Burt sighed, locking the car and heading inside.

^.^

"You didn't eat much at lunch…are you sure you're not that hungry?" Burt asked when Kurt only put one piece of chicken on his plate.

"I'm…I'm okay, Dad…" Kurt said, blushing awkwardly and staring at his hands.

"They…they gave him…controlled meals…" Blaine offered as an excuse. "We're just not used to eating…" he stared down at the plates, heaped high with food. "This much."

Burt nodded in quiet understanding, still glancing at Kurt worriedly.

"Dad, I'm fine…" he whispered, biting into his chicken.

They were silent again, the only sound being the chink of their knives and forks against their plates.

"School goes back in a month…are you boys ready?"

Blaine hesitated. "Well…since I'm not in…Westerville anymore…I don't know where…"

"Kurt used to go to Dalton, but…not anymore. The fees are a little tough, and while I would be able to afford it for both of you…maybe it's just best if we go with a fresh start…for the both of you."

Kurt nodded, staring at his food. Dalton was okay, and he had nice friends, but he hadn't seen them since he went into hospital. It didn't upset him. Not really. He had Blaine now.

"I've enrolled you both into a school called McKinley. It's not too far away – about a fifteen minute drive."

Kurt looked suspicious. "Why McKinley?"`

Burt looked a little embarrassed. "It's…uh…where Finn goes…"

Kurt took a moment. "Carole's Finn?"

Burt nodded awkwardly, and Kurt tried his hardest to be nonchalant about it.

"Oh…cool. I still have to meet her, you know."

Burt let out a relieved smile, but Blaine could see how much it was bothering him.

They continued eating, and finally Kurt managed to force down another small piece of chicken, much to Burt's appreciation.

By the time Burt had finished his meal, both boys were half asleep at the table.

"Bedtime." He said softly, and they glanced up at him.

"But…What about the dishes?" Kurt yawned.

"I'll deal with them in the morning. Go get some sleep kiddo."

"Thanks dad."

"Night sir." Blaine mumbled.

Burt smiled as they made their way to the stairs, disappearing down into their rooms.

He cleared the table, hesitating at the top of the stairs. Finally, he decided to head down, stopping in the doorway to Kurt's room first. The boy was standing in front of the mirror, tiredly staring at his skin in the mirror.

Kurt saw him in the reflection and smiled sleepily.

"They didn't let me near any moisturiser…" he said softly.

Burt chuckled slightly walking forward and placing a tentative hand on Kurt's shoulder.

"How are you feeling?"

Kurt sighed, his head dropping slightly. "Fat. But I think I'm okay with it."

Burt's eyes softened. "When you're not…make sure you come talk to me."

Kurt nodded slightly, turning around and pulling his father into a hug before he could protest.

"Thanks dad." He whispered, and Burt managed to hug back and pulled away before it got weird.

"Have a good sleep kiddo."

Burt smiled and backed out of the room, before hesitating outside of Blaine's. He knocked a few times, but there was no answer. A moment of fear struck him – his mind flicked to Blaine, slumped over himself with the bandages over his wrists stained with blood – and he opened the door in a hurry.

"Blaine?" he hissed, but there was no answer.

The light was off, and Burt stepped into the room.

Finally, the sounds of sleepy breathing registered, and the lump on the bed was slowly moving up and down in time. Burt smiled, stepping forward and pulling the covers down so Blaine could breathe.

Blaine stirred a little, and Burt smirked.

He hoped Blaine would be there for Kurt when he couldn't be. It was a weird shift in dynamics, and Kurt had grown up without Burt realising it.

Burt often questioned the way he handled Kurt's situation – if he did the right thing or not.

He also wondered if things would be different if Kurt's mother had been around…

He shook his head and shut the door behind him, starting up the stairs.

Despite the wrong choice he may have made with sending Kurt to hospital, there was no doubt that Blaine would be good for Kurt.

The fact that Kurt was gaining weight and was okay with it was proof enough.

A/N: Alrighty, so that's nice and happy. But they're not out of the woods yet.