Chapter 4: Games, Love. Lovegames

Kurt and Blaine's moment alone turns into more than two full hours of cuddling and dozing together on the couch.

It is around five when Carole comes, gently shakes both of them awake and asks if the two of them would be interested in an early dinner.

"Blaine, Sweety, your mother said she'd be here to pick you up around seven, latest. So dinner around six, how does that sound?"

Carole's inquiry is met with slow nods from both boys, heads still heavy with sleep.

"Okay," she replies softly, voice dropping to a hushed whisper as she notices just how tired they still are, "I'll get you when it's ready. Just sleep some more."

"Don't you need help?" Kurt asks, voice a croak, too thick with sleep.

"It's fine Sweety. Your dad is actually very good at chopping vegetables."

Carole and Kurt exchange a smile while Blaine has already buried himself deep in Kurt's embrace again.

xxxx

Forty-two minutes later they are all sitting around the kitchen table, each with a glass of milk and a bowl of rich vegetable soup entirely homemade in front of them.

Kurt and Blaine learn that Finn has called half an hour ago and told his parents he will be staying at Puck's for dinner, "...mumbled something about not wanting to get in the way," Burt says.

What he hasn't told his parents is that really, right now, he does not trust himself to do the right thing around Blaine. Not after all the tension between them for all those weeks this school year.

Kurt and Blaine exchange a not quite knowing but certainly suspecting look.

If Burt and Carole catch it neither does comment on it.

"I hope you'll all like it," Carole says leading the first spoonful up to her own mouth.

She watches as for a moment Blaine only steers the contents of his bowl with his tablespoon - an expression on his face that screams lost-in-thought.

"Blaine, Sweety, I thought soup might be easier on you. We don't want to unnecessarily aggravate the nerves in your face by having you chew."

"Thank you. This is so wonderful of you Carole," Blaine replies in the polite voice that Carole is used to from him. It is really the only voice of Blaine's she knows.

It worries her, sometimes, only knowing Blaine in control. Not cold or distant in his ways, but always somewhat removed. Watching, reacting more to others than acting himself.

She thinks back to the one time she asked Kurt about it, and about Kurt's answer.

"You should see him perform. He lets all the walls down. It is the happiest I know him, that and when it is just the two of us." Kurt had said with a slight blush.

Even then Carole had wondered, had wanted to say, that being on a stage takes care of it all, everyone, being at a safe distance all over, in its very own way.

She worries that Blaine keeps searching out that feeling of being untouchable.

Snapping out of her own train of thoughts a moment later, Carole looks around the table once again. Everyone, even Blaine, has begun to eat.

Smiling appreciatively at Carole as he catches her eyes, he says, "This is a really wonderful meal. Thank you."

"I couldn't have cut all this up that quick hadn't it been for Burt," Carole replies smiling back.

"Thank you Dad, Mom," Kurt says looking into the round.

Carole beams at Kurt in answer, unable but also unwilling to help it.

He has called her mom before but hearing it from someone other than Finn...feels special every single time, Carole thinks.

She is completely aware it mostly happens when Kurt is highly emotional. She does not mind that at all. In fact she is really rather proud of it, of meaning so much to her step-son that he feels he can turn to her in times at which the world moves in too close, moves all too fast.

After all, when you are in pain that is when you need a mom the most. And Carole wants nothing more than to be there for Kurt. Knowing she is wanted too, is really simply a brilliant bonus.

She had always worried Kurt might never think of her in that way, ever.

xxxx

They all eat their first bowl in silence, thankful for the homely quiet after all the stress of the last day.

"Anyone for seconds?" Burt asks already getting to his feet with his own empty bowl in hand.

Kurt nods, and Carole says, "Yes, please, Hon," smiling at Burt.

They both hand their bowls to Burt to place them on the serving tray.

Kurt turns to Blaine, "Love, would like some more?"

Blaine shakes his head in what looks like slow-motion, eyes half-closed. "N...," he has to clear his throat before the words are willing to form, "No, thank you."

Kurt moves his chair right next to Blaine's, the boy's sides now pressing into each other.

Kurt gently cups Blaine's left cheek, searching out Blaine's eyes with his own, "Baby, just lean on me, okay."

In this moment Blaine feels even too tired to nod. So murmuring a "Thank you, Love," his head finds Kurt's right shoulder.

xxxx

Blaine looks like he is completely sunken into Kurt's side when Burt returns from the kitchen, balancing the refilled bowls on the tray.

Scooping soup from the pot into the bowls a moment ago he had remembered just now what he had been meaning to tell both Kurt and Blaine, but seeing Blaine more than half asleep on Kurt's shoulder, he decides to wait at least until after dinner.

xxxx

Sure enough, by the time the others have finished their meal as well, Blaine is looking much more alive again, Burt notices with a smile.

Trying not to sound worried or alarming, or alarmed himself, Burt begins, "Boys, someone called for both of you around lunchtime." He pauses, taking a moment to look between Kurt and Blaine's faces. What he sees is the tension, gone for the last couple of hours, return into both boys bodies, and he wishes he had thought of a better way to start this, wonders what horrors they expect, given their reaction.

Now there is only damage control though, and Burt is quick in adding, "I don't think it's anything to worry about."

Kurt swallows hard before he asks, "Who was it? Not Sebastian," Please not him, I can't deal with him poisoning my home as well, and for all I know he so would. In a heartbeat.

"He said his name's Wesley Montgomery," Burt says.

"Wes called, really?" Blaine asks, uncovered eye wide, fixed entirely on Burt, waiting for confirmation he did not just make all of this up himself.

Burt nods.

And if he still had doubts about the good intentions of Wesley, Blaine's happily excited look makes them hard to still hold on to.

Blaine is positively beaming, "Kurt."

Then there are tears, streaming down Blaine's face as his hands move to hold on tight to Kurt's.

It is a blabbing sound, "Kurt, Wes called, he...he...," and then Blaine is hiccupping into Kurt's shoulder, who has let go of his hands and turning to Blaine completely, pulled Blaine deep into his arms.

"He cares, Baby, it's okay. He has always cared, you know that," Kurt tries to sooth, left hand running up and down Blaine's back slowly.

"I just, I didn't even think he would know. How does he know?"

Kurt, still holding onto Blaine tight, asks, "Dad? What exactly did Wes say? How much does he know?"

Blaine turns his head to look at Burt, left cheek coming to rest on Kurt's left shoulder, as Burt begins to talk, "Um, he said he only knew that the Warblers hit you with a slushy, Blaine. And that it was meant for you, Kurt."

Kurt's brow is furrowed in confusion, "How?"

"He said someone from the Warblers called him, and told him so. He did not know the slushy had been tempered with though. He sounded very shocked when I told him. And then angry. He said he is coming to Lima tomorrow and wants to see you. So I told him I'd tell you two, so Kurt you could give him a call when you get the chance," Burt adds scratching his head with his left hand.

Blaine has stopped crying and is just staring ahead now, still tightly held in Kurt's embrace.

Kurt running a hand over Blaine's curls, trying to mind the eye-patch, asks, "Baby, are you okay?"

The answer comes out in a whisper, "I hadn't heard from him in weeks, I guess he was just busy. I have been so worried, thinking he just didn't care anymore."

Kurt gently cups both of Blaine's cheeks and guides Blaine's head to face him.

It takes a soft stroke of Kurt's right thumb, tracing over Blaine's left cheekbone, to have Blaine lift his eyes from the floor and meet Kurt's adoring gaze, "I wish you had told me earlier you have been feeling this way."

Blaine shakes his head, bringing both of his hands up to briefly rest over Kurt's then take them in his, fingers interlacing as they come to rest between them, linked. "I, we, we had enough to deal with. With Finn, and Sebastian, and..."

Carole and Burt exchange a look, both frowning, both wanting to ask about Finn, both knowing now is not the time. Carole is briefly thinking back to the look exchanged between Kurt and Blaine earlier, at the beginning of the meal, when Finn had been mentioned as well, I only hope it is nothing serious going on between the three of them.

"No Blaine, don't. That's not right. Don't ever do that again."

"Sorry, what?" Blaine asks, looking as genuinely confused as he feels.

"Don't put us, don't put us being honest with each other second, third or wherever because the world is not an ideal place. I want to know when you feel low. It is so okay to miss other people. I know how close you and Wes were ever since you first started Dalton. I want you to have friends as amazing as Wes. It is so okay to need more than me - as long as it isn't someone with Sebastian's kind of attitude."

"I am sorry."

And it kind of makes Kurt smile involuntarily to get this reaction from Blaine at the mere mention of this name. But Kurt is shaking his head too at Blaine's words. "You shouldn't have to feel that way."

"But I messed up so bad. I sometimes just miss it so bad, being a Warbler. And last year we were such a great group, I never thought they could all just change like this in a heartbeat. I miss us being Warblers together Kurt, with Wes. More than anything else about Dalton." Blaine's tears are falling again.

"Is that why you chatted with Sebastian? Because you were missing Wes? Because you still hoped every single Warbler to live up to Wes's standards?"

"I honestly don't know. Maybe."

They are interrupted by the doorbell ringing. "I'll go," Carole says already getting up, while Burt begins to clear away the dishes.

"I miss Wes too," Kurt whispers as they are alone, placing a soft kiss to Blaine's lips, who kisses back without hesitation, then pulls back as a sharp pain surges through the right side of his face, hands both flying up to his right eye to try and numb the surge with a dull pressure.

"Oh, no Baby, I'm so sorry," Kurt says, expression guilt ridden.

"Not your fault, none of this is," it is a whimper from Blaine, broken only by a sharp female voice that could were it just a little higher easily pass for a screech, "Are we sure about that?"

Blaine knows the voice all too well, so does Kurt.

Seriously, Kurt thinks, I am used to it by now, but is this really the time to trash talk me?

Blaine has to smile, even through the still surging pain, catching a glimpse of Kurt's thought, playing out on his face, then Blaine is wincing again.

"Blaine, we are leaving. Now."

Cold as ever, great mother, thank you ever so much, Blaine thinks, looking apologetically over at Carole standing right behind his mother.

Blaine wonders if his mother even said so much as a proper hello to Carole. He severely doubts it.

"I have business to take care of, important calls to make."

Kurt, who has been carefully watching Blaine's face for more signs of distress, looks up at her only now, "Hello to you too, Mrs. Anderson. Blaine needs a new dosage of painkillers first."

Turning his head towards the kitchen Kurt calls for his father, "Dad, could you please bring Blaine's meds with you, when you are done in there, and a glass of water?"

"Sure, Kiddo. Just a sec."

"Thank you, Dad."

The four of them stand and sit in awkward silence until Burt returns from the kitchen.

Blaine takes the glass of water and painkillers offered, with a thank you, from Burt's hands.

Burt only greets the woman standing in his living room with a nod. They have met before, stood right next to each other on two occasions, but really, with the air seemingly always surrounding this woman Burt cannot help but feel they might as well have been standing worlds apart even then.

I don't know how anyone could ever feel close to her. He almost physically shudders at the idea that Blaine might feel the exact same way about his own mother. That'd so not be right.

Looking around the room Burt catches his son's worried look.

Kurt knows she will say no to him coming along, Unless, well, there is something in it for her.

Kurt has never been so glad about being so very close to Blaine, that they are open with each other, in every way. Otherwise he might not know that Blaine had not eaten more during dinner because he still is afraid, sometimes, to get nauseous from pain-meds, or any meds really.

Blaine once told him it used to happen to him all the time when he was a small child, the mildest medication, and Blaine would be up and his head hanging in the nearest toilet, trash can, or sink.

Of course he knows too that it hasn't happened in years - he had learned about it all the first time he took care of a bedridden Blaine, plagued by a nasty case of the flue - but with Blaine at boarding school in Westerville all this time Kurt severely doubts Blaine's mother has the faintest idea about this change.

I can work with that, Kurt has to fight the beginnings of a grin.

"I don't think you will get much work done tonight Mrs. Anderson," he says in a calm, steady voice.

Blaine's hands once again resting in his own, Kurt can feel Blaine still under his touch, knows Blaine is wondering right now where Kurt is planning to take this.

This morning, on the drive back from the hospital, they had talked about it, and they had agreed, there is no point in trying to convince his mother to do anything she does not want to. And she most certainly has never wanted Kurt to be her son's boyfriend, will jump at a chance to keep them apart for a while, with Blaine rather helpless.

Blaine takes a deep breath, closes his uncovered eye, willing, wishing, all of this to be over already. Honestly, it is the only thing I want to do until all of this nightmare has passed. The last tests before the operation, the surgery itself, the recovery. Just...just get through this and come out in one piece. Still with Kurt and independent of his parents once again, as much as a teenage boy in his situation can be.

Knowing his parents, his mother, it is really all Blaine dares to hope for.

Kurt is still addressing Blaine's mother as he continues, "He will need all the help you can give."

Blaine would snort did he not feel so sad and sick inside, weren't Carole and Burt right here with them. They don't need to get more upset. They have done so much for me already, and not just this time.

Kurt can feel the slight tremble start in Blaine's hands and tightens his hold in comfort, reassurance - silently asking for trust.

"Is that so?" She asks still trying hard not to acknowledge Kurt's presence at all, even while talking more at than with him, always staring a couple of inches above Kurt's line of sight simply in his direction.

Blaine only reopens his eye with Kurt's next words.

"These are very strong painkillers, you have to watch his every move for at least three hours after he has newly taken them, and even after it is not a good idea to not have someone in the same room with him. He has been throwing up quite a bit today, he might choke on his own vomit if you leave him alone while drugged up."

Burt furrows his brow in worry as he looks past Mrs. Anderson at Carole. He hadn't known about this, then again Carole had been with Blaine for most of the day.

But as he finds his wife's eyes he does not find the worry he expected. Carole is simply shaking her head lightly, pressing her lips together, fighting the beginnings of a smile, hoping her husband understands what is happening.

Kurt is still talking, "He will need full-time care for the next two days until the surgery and after for at least 72 hours straight, one doctor told us."

Kurt has no way of knowing such specifics, especially for after the surgery, Burt thinks to himself, after all the doctors would not really tell them anything. It is then that Burt finally catches on, realizing Kurt is counting on this woman not caring enough to know any of this either, even if there was something to know. The realization comes just in time.

"Is that true, Mr. Hummel?"

And who knew Burt could be such a good liar, although he decides for now he is better off going with the easy lie. "Yes. He has been throwing up all day. Even at the hospital. They could barely finish the examination without Blaine asking for a bucket."

Carole is seriously fighting more than one laugh bubbling up in her now as Blaine, one hand placed on Kurt's left shoulder, who is still sitting, pushes himself up, swaying so unsteadily on his feet, anyone who had seen the boy getting better already during the day would be hard pressed to believe any of this.

It is a brilliant performance by both boys - one even Rachel Berry would be envious of - when Kurt jumps to his feet, wraps his arms in a steadying motion around Blaine's waist and practically drags him off to the nearest bathroom, saying, "We will be right back."

xxxx

They stagger into the bathroom wrapped around each other tightly.

Blaine topples almost over with suppressed laughter, one hand clutched over his own mouth, as Kurt begins to make some wrenching noises for about a minute - happily thus covering up all the laughs that escape Blaine's lips.

"Blaine sweetheart are you okay? Kurt is he okay?"

Kurt can make out the slight swing to Carole's voice, entirely out of place, revealing her true knowledge of the goings-on, as she stands in front of the closed bathroom door, talking to them. Keeping the act up, for them.

Kurt has never loved his step-mother more.

"Yes he'll be better in a moment. And we'll be right out."

Kurt turns back to Blaine, who has sat himself down, back leaning against the bathtub, looking indeed pale, but nowhere near throwing up pale.

"We so have to get Carole some flowers for playing along like this," Kurt says smiling for real now, and Blaine is nodding enthusiastically, completely forgetting it might be a bad idea.

Blaine abruptly stops the motion of his head, "I need a moment to breathe, or I think I might throw up for real."

"Oh please no. No method acting, Love." Taking both of Blaine's hands and running his thumbs along Blaine's knuckles, Kurt adds, "I'm one of those horrible people who have to throw up when someone else does. So please don't, for both of us."

"Mmh," Blaine says with a soft smile, growing more tired once again with the meds beginning to kick in. "I will do my best not to."

And yes the smiles are small, but they are so much more than Kurt had dared to hope for any time soon, especially after having held a so utterly unquiet Blaine in the hospital last night before falling asleep himself.

Sure there had been the whole NYADA thing this afternoon, but those smiles had had nothing to do with Blaine himself. Kurt cannot help value these here, right now, so much more.

"Do you think she will really fall for it?" Kurt asks, worry overshadowing the hopeful tone he had aimed for.

"Absolutely," Blaine reassures without hesitation in any form, "You were brilliant. Besides she hates taking care of sick people." His head hangs with the next sentence, "Has always been like that."

Kurt moves to kneel before Blaine to not miss a word, as his boyfriend's voice drops to a whisper, "Even as a really small child it was always my brother who coaxed me back to health. After the bashing too."

Kurt, moves closer, takes Blaine's right hand in both of his and feels him shudder with all the cold Blaine feels running through his insides with the painful memories.

Within seconds Kurt is leaning beside him against the tub, takes Blaine into his arms and waits for Blaine to empty it out, all of it. All the darkness he feels.

He is hoping they will be able to leave it behind, in this room, when they leave.

With his next words Blaine's voice is growing stronger again. Kurt though does not like where this strength seems to be coming from. Blaine's tone to Kurt, one of the few people knowing Blaine's moods, reveals his thoughts to be fueled by disappointment, hate even, "My guess is she didn't drop anything, just happened to be here anyway and thought it was just an eye injury, so basically nothing, and certainly nothing she would have to take care of any further. Just sit and wait. She is great at that. Commanding people around, that too."

"That is why you have me. I know better."

"Thank you," Blaine murmurs voice dropping into softness at a mindboggling speed.

Kurt can hear them too though - somewhere in those two words he has heard Blaine speak so often before, but never quite the same twice - the tiredness, more so the sadness, unmistakable.

Kurt gets a taste of tears as he tilts his head to place an open-mouthed hot kiss against Blaine's left cheek.

The tears have been coming silently.

"Good thing we are already in here. We have all the stuff to change your pad right at hand."

"Actually, let's do that in the living room," Blaine says suddenly perking up.

"Why?"

"Once she sees she might have to redress my eye, because blood and tears seep out of it, no matter how swollen, she will practically force you to come with us."

They lock eyes and simply smile at each other, with a warmth that absolutely nothing is simple or common about.

Kurt leans in, the kiss hesitant at first, after what happened kissing before, even with the painkillers working for them again now, Kurt won't stand for causing Blaine pain in any form.

As they break the kiss Kurt adds, "Making evil plans. Are we? I love this side of you. You should show it more often."

Blaine smiling still replies, "Shall we?"

"Let's do it."

xxxx

Leaving the bathroom they take a detour to the kitchen, pretend Blaine is taking more medication since he just pretend-threw up the previous dosage.

"We will be right with you, one moment," Kurt calls from the kitchen.

It is Burt who answers, "Take your time." And Kurt wonders where Carole might be at right now, not having seen her with his dad and Mrs. Anderson as they just stepped out of the bathroom.

xxxx

They are sitting on the living room couch again, supplies brought with them from the bathroom lying next to Kurt, the boys kneeling in front of each other.

It is a simple enough procedure, for Kurt at least after the night and morning at the hospital, where there had been loads of tears washing out blood and making it necessary to redress Blaine's right eye every couple of hours. He is still thankful for the nurses being nothing but helpful and caring with both of them.

"I will have to do that?" Mrs. Anderson looks positively horrified, and like the next one to potentially run to the nearest bathroom.

"Probably only five or six times until tomorrow morning. And then some more over the first days after the operation. You will get used to it very quickly," Kurt says turning his head to throw her a smile, then smiling much wider he looks back at Blaine, winks before placing a kiss to Blaine's forehead and then pushes himself to his feet, "All done."

As he walks back into the direction of the bathroom, supplies in hand, to put them away again, Mrs. Anderson asks, "Kurt?"

He stops dead at the strange, unfamiliar, slightly wavering tone he detects in her voice.

She is not a woman used to having to ask for anything, unsure how to go about it, it seems.

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson," Kurt says turning around to face her fully, thinking he knows what will come next.

Still he is taken by surprise when for the first time Kurt can remember, ever, his boyfriend's mother looks right at him.

Her eyes are hazel too. Kurt knew that much before.

Just like Blaine's.

Not at all like Blaine's, though.

Looking closely there are no specks of green, nothing to even so much as hint at the possibility of the vibrant spark that Kurt sees in Blaine's eyes with every smile, with every 'I love you'.

Mrs. Anderson's eyes, they are really more of a dull, dark brown, and Kurt cannot help but wonder what it would take to lighten them.

"I am certain you will want to be there for the last examinations in preparation of his surgery. They are scheduled for tomorrow morning. The doctor I spoke to on my drive here said they have to make sure that the swelling is really dying down enough to actually operate on Friday. I will be taking Blaine to the hospital directly from our place. I would gladly provide you with a bed for the night if you would want to come along. I really don't mind the trouble."

Your trouble my ass, Burt thinks, and really wants to say it, badly. Letting out a deep sigh instead he keeps his thoughts to himself, I can't spoil this for Kurt and Blaine.

Kurt would be thinking pretty much the same thing, weren't his insides all too busy squealing in excitement, and his body's every muscle tense as he tries to focus, to keep control of his facial expressions, "This would be wonderful Mrs. Anderson. Thank you for the generous offer."

A dry, distant "Well," is all he gets in reply. Her eyes once again fixed just those few inches above Kurt's head.

Blain would be angry about this, like he has been every other time he has witnessed his mother talk down to his boyfriend, but today, pain-meds fully kicked in by now, he is just too damn tired and groggy.

Kurt notices him almost nodding off where he is still sitting on the couch.

"Baby," he is by Blaine's side again in a second, supplies discarded on the coffee table, "we need to get to your place first, then you can properly sleep."

"What is happening?" Mrs. Anderson asks.

Appearing next to Mrs. Anderson, Kurt's overnight bag in hand, Carole explains, "It's his medication, it can make him extremely groggy. This morning, watching him, I worried once or twice that he might pass out."

Kurt had packed the bag himself, much earlier in the day, before he had left for school. Knowing then already that in no way would he let Blaine just leave with a woman he had only ever experienced as cold and distant.

No matter how much Blaine would improve over the day, Kurt had known from the moment Blaine had gotten hurt the night before, that his mother would most definitely be nothing more than the provider of health insurance in the process of Blaine's recovery.

Carole is still working to keep up the act, "This is an overnight bag for you, Sweety. I packed Blaine's meds in here too. Let me just put in the supplies to redress his eye from the coffee table as well, and you are all set to go."

GOSH, I love you Mom, Kurt thinks and hopes it is showing in the look he gives her, and the hug he envelopes her in, as he gets up to take the bag from her hands with a "Thank you," that is meant for so much more.

xxxx

"Kurt, I expect calls at any hour if you need me," Burt insists, as he helps him and Blaine to Mrs. Anderson's car.

"Of course Dad," Kurt replies as he scoots into the backseat next to Blaine, who is instantly snuggling into Kurt's side.

"Take good care of each other," Carole says, waving goodbye, knowing this is just as hard on Kurt as it is on Blaine, hoping Kurt is strong enough, does not forget about himself completely. "And if you need us, just call, we can always come meet you at the hospital, any time," Carole insists.

"I love you," Kurt replies, looking between both his parents, feeling like it is the only thing that might possible be able to convey all the things he has no time or room to say in this moment with Mrs. Anderson right there.

And Burt could swear he just saw the woman roll her eyes at Kurt's open declaration of affection, She's a piece of work.

"Feel better soon, Kid," Burt says to Blaine, as he reaches past Kurt and gently squeezes Blaine's right shoulder before he carefully closes the side door to the car.

When the car has disappeared into another street Burt and Carole turn and walk the pathway back towards the front door.

"She's something," Burt says.

"She's something alright," Carole replies, sounding somewhat angry.

The next thing she knows she is pulled into a loving hug, "I'm so glad I found you, Carole."

"I'm glad you found me, too," she says with a wide smile, and pulling back locking their eyes adds, "Though technically I think it was Kurt who found me first."

xxxx

Wes has tried to think of something, anything, else. All his mind is willing to provide though are thoughts of Kurt and Blaine.

Wes's eyes keep drifting over to his phone lying on his desk right next to the book he is still trying, well by now, more pretending to try and read.

I'll be damned if I miss his call, Wes gets up from his chair.

Why did I promise his father to wait for Kurt to call, or at least until tomorrow to try and call him myself, Wes thinks pacing his room, phone clutched tight in his left hand. Come on, Kurt.

xxxx

Kurt does not even have to try and shake Mrs. Anderson.

As soon as they reach the house she disappears in her study, closing the door behind herself.

Kurt feels only relief at that. He is not too sure about Blaine though, he is suspiciously quiet.

His boyfriend leaning heavily onto Kurt, they make their way up to Blaine's bedroom.

The door has just about closed and Kurt placed his bag on the floor when from one moment to the other Kurt suddenly has both his arms full of Blaine, sobbing. Blaine's hands trying to find hold in the fabric of the clothing covering Kurt's back, slipping with ever tremble surging through Blaine's small frame wracked by his sobs.

No words are needed. But sometimes, Kurt finds, they still can be of help.

So Kurt, making soothing sounds and never letting go, kicks of his footwear in a practiced motion, and leading Blaine gently over to the bed begins to talk, "I'm right here, Love. I know. I know Love. I want her to care too. It's okay. It's okay that you'll always want her to care. It's her loss. You are wonderful. It's her loss. I love you so much."

They stand for minutes next to the bed after that, Blaine clutching onto Kurt with all he has, Kurt keeping him close as Blaine's grip begins to loosen not because he wants it to, but because he is growing more exhausted by the minute. When the sobs finally die down Kurt eases his hold.

After guiding Blaine into a sitting position on the bed and gently coaxing Blaine's arms of himself Kurt kneels down in front of Blaine, whose legs are tangling of the bed.

Blaine, arms just hanging by his sides now, watches quietly, the occasional sniffles audible from him, as Kurt gently undoes his shoelaces and takes of first Blaine's right, then his left shoe.

Kurt looks up a Blaine, one hand on Blaine's left calf, gently tracing his fingertips up and down, offering Blaine a warm, loving smile, "I love you."

And Blaine is still so chocked up, he can only press his eye shut in concentration and nod several times.

Kurt hears the message laid open in this gesture loud and clear. And when after a moment of silence Blaine finally reopens his eye Kurt sees the pain in it so devastatingly clear and knows, He needs more, more than words. Feeling. To feel. Love. Loved.

Eyes locked, Kurt carefully pulls Blaine down onto his lap - sure that Blaine needs this, truly needs this as much as the kiss we shared at the hospital last night.

So Kurt scoots in closer, without hesitation, as Blaine's legs come to rest, bend, to the left and right of Kurt's upper thighs, Kurt still kneeling on the carpet. He moves in so close now that Blaine's back is pressed flush against the sideboard of Blaine's bed in the next moment.

Gazes still locked firmly Kurt's hands begin to roam over Blaine's upper thighs make their way to his ass, squeezing it briefly before both coming to rest somewhere along the lines of Blaine's lower ass and the back of hisupper thighs.

It is Blaine who draws the first soft, loving panting sounds from Kurt's mouth as he gently rolls his hips once, twice down into Kurt's.

Kurt begins to move with him, eyes over and over flickering from Blaine's gaze down to the pink lips softly parted. In this moment there is no sight Kurt can imagine desiring more.

It remains a slow loving grind, even as Kurt tenderly spreads his legs a little to get a better angle, grinding with more purpose.

Kurt had seen it in Blaine's face before pulling him into his lap, almost drowned out in the pain covering everything, the desperate need to forget for a moment what they both know he cannot let go off, not completely, not ever.

So here they are, breaths wracked, Blaine panting heavily, as he rests his left temple against Kurt's forehead, "Kurt, I...uhh, I...so..."

"Let go, Love," Kurt pants himself, "Just let go."

Blaine knows this is about so much more than making him come in his pants. They haven't done this in a while, well, not fully clothed. This is Kurt asking him to trust that they are close always, that they can be there for each other, make each other feel good and happy, no matter how much distance, how many layers of anything are between them.

Blaine holding on so tightly to Kurt's back now their chests are pressed as close together as they can possibly be in the position they are in, Blaine buries his head in Kurt's shoulder, breathes in nothing but Kurt's scent as he comes with a deep, growling groan.

And Kurt can feel all the tension leave his boyfriend's body, Blaine completely relaxed in his arms.

Blaine keeps grinding down as his orgasm washes through him, and in the next moment he can feel Kurt's whole body pulse under him with his orgasm, can hear Kurt pant and gasp directly in his right ear, Kurt's right cheek pressed against Blaine's seeking to be and stay as close as he can to Blaine, as he comes undone. They keep grinding slow and tender almost two minutes more, kissing deep during all of the latter.

As their lips part and they look at each other again, Blaine wonders aloud, "...if Burt messed up my dosage somehow, because there is not even a hint of pain right now."

Kurt is smiling, "Adrenaline maybe?"

"So, can we just forget about the painkillers and just keep having sex 24/7 for the next two weeks?"

"First of all we need to make some room for sleep in that callculation. Secondly, Gosh, I am a teenage boy, but I think even I could not promise that and deliver, besides without the painkillers to begin with I don't think we could have done this at all."

Blaine leans in for another kiss.

As lips separate again he asks, "But we can try some times in those two weeks?"

And there is that adorable pout again that Kurt loves so much, "Every day if it is up to me."

"I love you."

"I love you more," Kurt beams.

"Not poohhssible," it comes out with a yawn.

"Another reason we should probably go with the painkillers, at least on some days."

Blaine frowns in question.

"I don't want to wear you out, Love," Kurt says with a soft smile.

"Oh, don't, doohn't worhhry about thahhht." Blaine can barely bring out the sentence disrupted by yawns and Kurt has to chuckle.

"Let's clean up and lie down," Kurt says, getting up, not letting go of Blaine though. Blaine's legs wrap around Kurt's waist on instinct, arms close around shoulders, and Blaine pulls himself flush against Kurt's upper body, as he is carried off to the bathroom.

xxxx

They scoot into the middle of the bed together eighteen minutes later, Blaine's eye once again freshly dressed, Blaine himself in his favorite blue PJs, Kurt in a fresh set of clothes, one of the comfier of the half-dozen outfits he has taken to leaving at Blaine's place ever since he has started staying over more and more often in the last months. It seemed still too early for PJs, for him. He might have to face Blaine's mother again before the evening is plunged into the safety of the night hours, a time a healthy Kurt and Blaine love to spend awake together, so much, every chance they get.

Their limbs instantly wrap around each other in ways already comforting in their familiarity alone, Blaine lying on his left, Kurt on his right side.

They find quiet in each other's arms, the kind one does want to last forever.

Only two minutes later it is Kurt's phone that shocks them out of it.