"Is that so?" he questioned, hesitant to get closer to the man.

"Yes," he nodded. He reached his hand out, "I'm Blaine's father, Elijah."

Once he realized that Kurt wasn't going to shake his hand, he slowly dropped his arm to his side.

"Look," Kurt started, "I'm sorry if I'm a little hesitant, but based on the last time we saw each other, I'm still kind of frightened."

"I understand that," Elijah said, taking a seat in the chair closer to the door. "That's why I came to make things right."

"Now's probably not the best time," Kurt said, looking over to his boyfriend's figure in the bed.

"I think it is," Elijah stated. "Now or never is the lesson I learned."

He reached into his front pocket and pulled out a letter. "What is that?" Kurt demanded.

"This is a letter Blaine wrote to me two days before the accident. You know the one that is supposed to explain to me why he moved out of our house?" he asked, handing the paper over to the teenager.

"Why do you want me to have it?" Kurt asked, confused.

"Just read it to me," he said.

Kurt began at the top header, encrusted with Blaine's elegant handwriting that would make calligraphy look horrible.

"Father, I have written this to inform you that I will no longer be a burden to this family. I understand that you and Mother do not approve of my lifestyle, and I accept this. I never expected to be abused physically by it, though," Kurt swallowed, looking up to make eye contact with Elijah. "

"And I never would have thought that I would have to move out of my own home to be safer. I'll be living with my boyfriend, Kurt, who lives in Lima. Yes, you heard right. Kurt, the boy who normally spends the night at my house and vice versa, is indeed my boyfriend; the love of my life, actually."

Kurt began to cry, shaking the paper in his quivering hands as he continued, "I don't want to have to look back on my life with nothing but regret. All of the regrets I have of not calling somebody to help me, all of the regrets I have with you, will continue to be nothing but regrets. I can't fix them. You ruined my life worse than I've ruined yours."

Kurt looked up with red and puffy eyes. "Read the bottom, Kurt," Elijah pointed.

He obeyed and read aloud, "The next time you'll hear from me is when I marry the boy of my dreams. Whether or not you agree with it is up to you. Be grateful that I'm at least giving you that much."

The paper slipped out of Kurt's fragile hands, "What was the purpose of that?"

"I've came to tell you that I stopped drinking after I got that letter. Over the past two weeks, I've been seeing a therapist, and I would still like to be a part of Blaine's life," he paused, "and the life he shares with you."

Kurt nodded, "That's not my choice, but it's his. He'll decide what is right when he wakes up….from his fucking coma."

Elijah winced at the words as Kurt continued, "No more Mr. Nice Guy. I am sick and tired of playing back seat to bullies like you. Where the hell have you been? Your son has been in the goddamn hospital for two whole weeks and no one, besides his friends, has come to see him. You are a disgrace, and you don't deserve love from Blaine," he shook his head. "Nevertheless, you are Blaine's father and I have to respect that. I'll support him in the decision. But, right now, I think it would be a good idea if you left. I have no interest in making up. Fix your problem with your son first, then come to me to talk."

Elijah nodded and backed up, "Will you promise me that you will at least call me when and if he wakes up?"

"Yes," Kurt nodded.

"Okay," he said. "I understand that you don't want to talk, and it's okay. You have a point. Blaine deserves better than me, and I shouldn't have done the things I did to him. You're obviously a strong willed, sweet, wonderful, and handsome young man who has a lot going for you. If I had to pick one boy to be with Blaine, I couldn't think of a more perfect choice for him than you."

Kurt nodded, feeling the corners of his lips rise up slowly, "Thank you. I love Blaine so much. That's why it's hard for me to see his heart get broken. It's also why I want to wait to talk to you until after you've talked to him."

"You're a wonderful boy, Kurt," Elijah offered his hand out one more time. "And if you two ever do get married, I'll have a wonderful son-in-law."

Kurt relaxed and grabbed Elijah's hand, shaking it slowly. "It was nice to meet you properly, Mr. Anderson."

"Please," he offered, "call me Elijah."

Kurt nodded before Elijah smiled at Blaine's body, shaking his head. He waved to Kurt before he turned on his heels and left out the door. The air felt clearer, to Kurt. For some reason, it was like a load had been lifted off his shoulders. He didn't know why.

When he turned around, he came face to face with Blaine. Blaine's eyes were open and he was smiling.

"Oh my God," Kurt said as he ran over, grabbing Blaine's lively form into a hug. "Oh my God!" He looked into his lover's eyes and kissed him passionately on the lips. He heard the heart monitor go up, and he smiled into the kiss, leaning his forehead against Blaine's.

"You see what my heart does when you do that?" Blaine asked hazily.

"Yes," he breathed out. He cupped his cheek and then realization dawned upon him. "Wait a minute, isn't some noise supposed to come on or something if you woke up?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Blaine asked, obviously drugged up.

Kurt laughed, "I'll call the nurse in, and then I'll call your dad."

Blaine grabbed his hand, "Don't bother, he just saw me."

"Son of a bitch, you were awake?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Why the hell do you think he smiled at me?"

"Makes sense," he said.

"I love you, Kurt," Blaine said.

"I love you, too, Blaine," Kurt said before grabbing the phone to dial Dr. Boyd's desk.