"Kurt? Are you asleep?" Blaine tiptoed across the room to Kurt's bed.

"Blaine?" Kurt sniffed. He didn't know when he got home. Everything since the hospital was a blur. At some point he'd made it home and collapsed on his bed, tears still streaming down his face.

Blaine's arms found their way around Kurt's torso and Kurt fought against them. This was wrong. Blaine's mom was the one that had died, why was Blaine doing the comforting.

Kurt shot off the bed and stood beside it, tears welling up in his eyes again. "Blaine, I have to tell you something."

He flicked on the light before turning to Kurt. "Babe, what's wrong?"

"I had to leave work early today."

Blaine nodded, waiting for the rest of the story.

"I got a call from a woman named Emily at the hospital. She asked if I could get there as soon as possible to see your mom."

Blaine shot off the bed towards his mom's room. He threw the door open and spun back towards Kurt.

"Please tell me she's sitting in a hospital room eating jell-o."

Kurt shook his head.

Blaine's eyes filled with tears. Kurt couldn't recall seeing anyone so sad in his whole life. Blaine's legs gave out from under him and he handed in a pile on the floor.

Kurt ran over, picking him up and holding him as Blaine sobbed into his arm.

Kurt didn't know how long they sat on the floor before Finn came in to help him pull Blaine back into Kurt's room and onto the bed. He heard Blaine's breath even out a while longer and he knew he'd fallen asleep.

Burt came in shortly after Kurt had fallen asleep to ask if they needed anything before he went to bed.

Kurt shook his head. "Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know how to make it better. For him."

Burt nodded. "I know, bud. It just takes time."

Kurt nodded sadly and watched his dad approach the door. "Hey dad? Who won?"

Burt smiled. "We did. He spent the whole ride home excited to tell you and his mom, and he didn't get to tell either of you." He sighed. "Night kiddo."

The next days were hard. Blaine had taken to staying in his mom's room. He rarely left. The Berrys understood what he was going through, which Kurt was grateful for. Carole was getting increasingly worried about him. He never came down for meals with everyone anymore. She knew he'd made his way downstairs for a snack one night, but nothing since.

Kurt was of no help. He'd tried going in to see Blaine, to try and talk to him about everything and he'd refused to open the door.

The only person Blaine would let into the room was Burt.

Carole and Kurt sat in Kurt's room waiting for Burt to come back after going in to leave Blaine some food.

"Honey, you know he's only shutting you out because of his mom, right?"

Kurt nodded sadly. "I know. She warned me that this would happen."

Carole ran her hand up and down his back. "You talked about...what would happen?"

Kurt smiled fondly at the memory. "She left it to me to pull him out of this depression." He glanced at Carole. "She gave us her blessing, you know."

"To get married?"

He nodded. "She said as far as she was concerned he was mine." His voice broke. "And now he won't even let me in the room."

Carole immediately pulled Kurt into her arms, holding him while he cried. "Shh, it's gonna be okay."

Burt walked into the room a little while later. Kurt was in his bathroom washing his face after his little breakdown.

"How did it go?" Carole jumped up from the bed.

Burt sighed. "He's hurt. He's really beating himself up for leaving her back home for so long, but he's eating. He's been drinking water from the tap, so he's at least doing that." Burt wrapped an arm around her. "I have an idea."

Blaine had started cleaning her stuff out of the drawers. Her clothes were especially difficult. Especially when he got to her homemade clothes from when he was younger. He remembered one mother's day when he made her a shirt with his hand prints on it. She had been so happy, she wore it to the grocery store.

Even thought she had two little blue handprints on her boobs.

He smiled at the memory before realizing it was too soon to smile.

So he cried again.

He heard a knock at the door.

"Blaine, can I come in?"

He sighed. Kurt was being so patient with him. He knocked on the door once a day to see if Blaine was ready to let him in yet, but he never pushed it. Blaine would make up an excuse and Kurt would say okay and leave.

He wanted to let him in, but he knew Kurt was sad too. They had been such good friends, his mom and Kurt. He couldn't handle Kurt's sadness on top of his own.

"I'm just about to hop in the shower."

A pause. "Okay." And away he went.

Blaine heard his door open. He opened his eyes to look out the window, still dark. It must be Carole, coming to get the laundry or something.

"Blaine Anderson, that is no way to greet your best friend."

He shot up in the bed. "San?"

She smiled. "Of course it's me, who else would it be?" She closed the door again and made her way to the bed. "Hey buddy, how ya doing?"

He hugged her, holding her close. "I've been better. Where's Brit?"

"She's at home. She said she didn't want to see her favourite dolphin cry."

He laughed, but stopped himself.

"Hey, none of that. Your mom would want you to laugh, Blaine. She'd want you to be out living your life, not hiding away in this room. She also wouldn't want you ignoring your boyfriend."

Blaine sighed. He should have known Kurt had called her. "I know..."

"So here's the plan. You're gonna stop sleeping in the middle of this bed and choose a damn side so I can get a few hours sleep, then tomorrow we're getting up, getting dressed and going downstairs for breakfast."

He opened his mouth to complain but she stopped him. "That's the plan, now move over."

Blaine reluctantly left his room with Santana the next morning. She walked behind him, propelling him forward.

He casually walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, joining Santana, Burt and Finn who were anxiously waiting Carole's waffles. Santana took on most of the conversation, talking about her new job.

Kurt never came down for breakfast, which worried Blaine. Carole took his hand and smiled encouragingly. "He slept in this morning, he had a rough night."

Blaine understood. Nightmares. They'd been getting to him since she died as well. He'd wake up in the middle of the night in tears, or he'd wake up thinking she was still alive. Either way, they ended in tears when he woke up.

They spent most of their day in Mrs. Anderson's old room. Blaine spent the day laying around, while Santana spent her time cleaning the clothes and other belongings out of the room. Finn came in every hour or so to help her lift boxes down to the basement.

By the time dinner came around, Santana was exhausted. She barely had the energy to force Blaine downstairs, but she did it anyways.

"SANTANA?!" Kurt squealed and she ran over to him, pulling him into her arms.

"Hey!"

Blaine walked past them to sit at the table. He watched them closely. Kurt seemed shocked to see her here, hadn't he been the one to call her?

After dinner, Blaine pulled Santana into his room again.

"What was that?"

She stared at him. "It was a delicious lasagna that Carole made?"

"Not that. With Kurt. Didn't he know you were coming?"

She shrugged. "I guess not."

Blaine shook his head. "Wait, this isn't making sense. Who called you?"

She smiled. "Burt did. So unless he said something to Kurt, then no. Kurt didn't know."

Blaine sat down on his bed, utterly dumbfounded. "Burt?"

"Yes, Burt. Now are you gonna be okay by yourself here tonight?"

Blaine nodded. "Why?"

"Well Blainers, I love you, but sharing a bed this small with anyone but Brit just doesn't work for me. Carole's fixing up the basement for me tonight, and we'll figure something else out beyond that."

Blaine smiled. "I'll be fine. If anything, I'll take the basement. You stay up here, and tomorrow I'll pay for a hotel for you myself."

She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Nope, you need your bed and a good night's sleep. I don't mind." She picked up her bag. "You must be desperate for me to stay, offering to pay for my hotel."

He shrugged, looking down at his hands. "I don't feel as alone when you're here."

She pulled him into her arms, holding him close. "I'm not trying to force you into anything here, but you know you've got a wonderful man waiting just down the hall, right? I bet you'd feel a lot less alone if you let him back in." She let got of him and waited for his nod before kissing his forehead and heading out of the room for the night.

He couldn't sleep.

He was exhausted, he just couldn't make the switch from exhausted to asleep. No matter how hard he tried, he just tossed and turned.

He tried sleeping at the foot of the bed, the top of the bed, diagonally. Nothing worked.

And then he found himself at Kurt's door.

He knew he wasn't sleep walking. He knew he was awake, and he knew this wasn't fair to Kurt but he needed him.

The door handle twisted in his hand and he made his way inside.

Kurt was asleep on his bed with various lights in the room still on. The room was a complete mess, magazines thrown everywhere, the tv was turned to face the bed and the dresser had clothes hanging out of it.

Blaine sighed and closed the door behind him. These were the signs of someone who either couldn't sleep or didn't want to sleep.

He walked over to the bed, turning of the lights at the same time. He climbed into the bed and wrapped himself cautiously around Kurt.

Kurt awoke immediately, completely shocked by the touch and gasped.

"Shh shh, it's okay."

"Blaine?"

"Shh, it's okay Kurt. It's me."

Kurt's body relaxed into Blaine's, and his hand searched in the dark for Blaine's until they were holding hands.

"I can't tell if I'm dreaming or not."

Blaine nuzzled Kurt's neck until he found a comfortable position. "You aren't."

Kurt woke up the next morning and rolled over, only he didn't get to fully roll over. He ended up right on top of Blaine.

Blaine stirred a little in his sleep, but continued snoring as Kurt sat up.

He tried to remember the night before. He'd fallen asleep waiting for Grease to come back from a commercial. And he had been alone.

He remembered Blaine crawling into bed with him during a dream...

Oh. Maybe it hadn't been a dream.

He thought back to the night before. It had been the first night since it happened that he hadn't suffered from nightmares.

Instead of wondering downstairs for breakfast, Kurt grabbed his sketchbook and settled himself back on the bed.

Blaine woke up slowly. He could smell Kurt all over his pillow and he nuzzled further into it. He'd missed this smell.

"Good morning, sunshine."

He opened his eyes, glancing at Kurt.

"Hi"

Kurt smiled. "Hi." He put his sketchpad on the table next to the bed. "I had the weirdest dream last night."

Blaine sat up on his elbows. "Oh yeah?"

Kurt nodded. "I was sleeping peacefully, and a gorgeous man wrapped himself around me."

"Oh yeah? Lucky." He smiled and sat up properly to face Kurt. "Kurt, I'm so sorry."

"Don't."

"But-"

"No, it's okay. I understand. I just wish I could have pulled you out of that a lot sooner."

Blaine sighed and took Kurt's hand. "I wish you could have too, but in a lot of ways I know you couldn't have. I love you Kurt, I really do, but the only person that even stood a chance of snapping me back into it was Santana."

"I know I just...I promised your mom that I'd make sure you were okay, and when you wouldn't let me in, I just-"

Blaine put his hand over Kurt's cheek. "Hey, no. This isn't your fault, okay? You didn't do anything wrong."

"I should have called you when it was happening."

Blaine shook his head. "It took me a while to realize it, but you did the right thing, Kurt. I was hours away, and if you had called, I would have abandoned the game and drove here upset, probably speeding and who knows what would have happened."

Kurt smiled. "So we're okay?"

Blaine smiled. "We're better than okay."

The rest of the day went smoothly for Kurt and Blaine. Blaine explained to Santana that he was doing a lot better, and that she was exactly what he needed, but he could tell how much she missed Brit. Kurt agreed to going to visit them in a few weeks and they drove her to the airport.

They spent the rest of the day in bed. They only had sex once, the rest of the day was about letting their bodies apologize for being apart for so long.

Sometime after dinner, Blaine got really quiet.

"Blaine, what's wrong?"

"Can I come back?"

Kurt frowned. "What do you mean?"

He sighed. "Can I move back in here? With you?"

Kurt smiled and pulled him closer, as if that was possible. "I was hoping that you would."

Blaine's face lit up. "Really?"

"Really."