Seventeen year old Kurt Hummel was sitting outside his father's hospital room. They had been told that he would be lucky to survive the next twenty four hours so they had to say goodbye. Finn came out and Kurt was given the clear to go in. The middle aged man looked at Kurt, who was trying to hold back tears.

"No tears," The man said gruffly as Kurt grabbed his hand. "You will be okay, Kurt."

"I can't do this without you dad," Kurt said quietly. "Who am I kidding?"

"Close your eyes," Burt looked at his son who did so. "Imagine yourself in ten years. What do you see?"

"I don't know." Kurt responded.

"No," Burt repeated. "Tell me what you honestly see when you close your eyes Kurt."

Kurt grumbled as he closed his eyes again and tried to picture his life in ten years.

"I see myself working on my own fashion line," Kurt began. "I would live New York with my partner. Maybe we would have a baby."

"You can do it Kurt," Burt said as his son opened his eyes again. "If you can see that, it's possible. You will prove them all wrong."

"I love you dad." Kurt could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I love you too Kurt." Burt said squeezing his son's hand.

Kurt opened his eyes and could feel his wet cheeks, closing his eyes again.

"Are you okay?" Blaine said quietly as he rolled over.

"I'm fine." Kurt whispered.

"You can tell me Kurt." Blaine was looking at the taller man.

"I had a dream about the last time I spoke to my dad," Kurt swallowed. "He made me do this thing where I close my eyes and tell him where I see myself in ten years."

"And what did you see?" Blaine asked.

"Good try," Kurt responded. "I'll tell you if you tell me first."

"Ten years," Blaine shut his eyes. "Hopefully a house, a loving boyfriend and maybe a child."

"Is that boyfriend me?" Kurt asked.

"Maybe," Blaine laughed. "Now tell me yours."

Kurt told Blaine what he saw and Blaine couldn't help but smile at the taller man talk about his future.

"Blaine," Kurt looked at the man, running his fingers though his curls. "I don't know very much about you or your past. Like were you bullied? Was high school good? Did you come out at school or later?"

"Okay," Blaine responded. "I suppose I can tell you about the Sadie Hawkins dance in my freshman year."

"What happened?" Kurt asked, as Blaine started the story.

Fifteen year old Blaine Anderson was sitting outside the school auditorium a boy who had recently come out and had gone to the dance alone. Blaine had taken one of his female friends who was busy dancing with everyone else.

"This dance sucks." The boy looked at Blaine.

"Tell me about it." Blaine laughed.

"Hey," Blaine's dance date had come out. "I'm going to go and stay at my friends place. You're okay to go home, right?"

"Yeah," Blaine smiled.

"Do you need a lift somewhere? There is no point of me staying on." The boy asked.

"Home would be great." Blaine responded as they walked to the car park. They almost got to the car when a group of jocks came up out of nowhere.

"Leave us alone." Blaine said calmly.

"Fags," The jocks said as Blaine and the boy rolled their eyes. "Are you going to screw each other?"

"It would be more action than you would ever get." The boy yelled back as Blaine's eyes widened.

"Say that to my face." The first jock said, punching the boy.

The boy didn't say anything and they continued kicking and punching him.

"Leave him alone!" Blaine yelled from the sidelines as they left the wounded boy who fell to the floor and turned to Blaine, punching him in the face.

"That's for opening your mouth." The jocks said.

Blaine crawled over, feeling the weight of his left eye. The boy wasn't responding to Blaine, and Blaine couldn't get up so he reached for his phone in his pocket. He called an ambulance that arrived not fifteen minutes later. The boy was put on the gurney and Blaine got into the ambulance. Blaine got in and sat next to him, telling the ambulance officer what happened while his eye was being cleaned up.

"Thanks," The boy looked at Blaine. "You are a good person, Blaine."

"They shouldn't be allowed to treat you like that." Blaine said to him.

Blaine's mum picked him up from the hospital and rumours starting spreading when they got back to school that they were dating. His parents moved him to a new private school the following school year.

"Wow," Kurt looked at the shorter man. "When did you actually come out?"

"When I moved to New York." Blaine responded.

"I wish I had someone like you around during high school," Kurt whispered. "I love you."

Kurt had just realised what he said and wanted to retract it in the second that he just said it, in a tired, romantic moment.

"I love you too." Blaine said as he rolled over and kissed Kurt, before they fell asleep in each other's embrace.