Kurt ended up falling asleep on his couch, slumped over amongst huge pads of paper and various cans of diet coke. Burt, once again, made his way into Kurt's room to wake him up. He went over to the couch first, waking his son gently and then proceeding to the giant pile of pillows to wake Blaine.

They both awoke and started getting ready as Burt left. He may not like the idea of Kurt and Blaine spending a ton of time together, but even he had to admit it was nice to see his son smiling again.

Today was Blaine's first official game with the team. They spent the first part of the morning in the dressing room going over a few defensive plays, and spent the rest of the morning practicing on the ice.

By the time 7:00 hit, Blaine was really nervous. He was used to playing for big crowds, but the big crowds always liked him. There was no guarantee that these fans would like him. There was no guarantee they wouldn't be playing to an empty house.

Well, not completely empty. Kurt, Rachel and Carole would be there.

The last thing he was expected was to step onto the ice and find the entire arena full of cheers. He quickly found Kurt, Rachel and Carole sitting in the stands, right behind their bench. All three waved at him as he approached the bench.

The game started, and Blaine became completely lost in the action. The other team was amazing. He remembered having played them a few times with his other team. The first time he was on the ice, things had gone well. The second time around, he was constantly pushed and shoved into the boards and other players.

It wasn't until the third period, while the other team was losing 4-1 that he found real trouble on the ice. This guy must have been twice his size. Blaine remembered seeing his body coming towards his, and next thing he knew he was waking up on a stretcher in the hallway between the rink and the parking lot, surrounded by ambulance men.

He was so tired, and his head really hurt, but they wouldn't let him go to sleep. They made it to the hospital and Blaine was checked out. After what seemed like years of tests, he was taken to his room where Kurt and Carole were waiting.

"Blaine, honey, are you okay?"

Blaine smiled up at Carole. "I think so, just a little bruised."

She smiled. "Good, I'm gonna go call Burt and let him know. Kurt, don't let him over do it." She kissed Blaine's forehead gently before walking out of the room.

Blaine let his head rest against the pillows and exhaled. It took him a few minutes to remember that Kurt was in the room.

"Where does it hurt?"

Blaine smiled. "Honestly?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah."

"Everywhere but my finger tips and feet."

Kurt smiled and moved closer to sit next to the bed. He took Blaine's hand loosely and sighed. "I was scared."

Blaine looked at him. "When?"

"When you got hit. You didn't see it. It was bad, and he had this evil smile on his face as he skated away, and then you didn't get up..."

"Kurt, shh. It's okay. I'm gonna be okay, I promise."

"I know. I just haven't felt like this about anyone..."

"Since Sebastian?"

Kurt shook his head, looking down at his hands wrapped around Blaine's. "Not even with him, and that's big for me. It took me a really long time to let Seb in, and it's taken me since him to let someone back in." He smiled. "But I really care about you."

Blaine smiled. "I really care about you too, Kurt. But I feel like I should tell you that I'm not a relationship guy. I mean, I haven't been in the past. I've never really had a relationship with anyone, it's always just been about scratching that itch. And I don't want that with you."

Kurt stood up and kissed Blaine. It wasn't overly passionate, or oozing with "let me rip off my pants" feelings, but it was sweet and quick. Kurt ended the kiss and smiled. "Now get some rest, would you?'

Blaine fell asleep a little while later, holding Kurt's hand in his sleep. He didn't hear Carole come back, or when Burt and Finn popped in to take Carole home. He did, however, wake up in the middle of the night to find Kurt's head resting next to their hands. He watched Kurt for a few minutes before shaking him awake.

Kurt awoke suddenly and stared at Blaine. "Are you okay?"

Blaine was in the process of moving himself over on the bed. "Yeah, I just woke up and saw you sleeping. Come on." He patted the mattress next to him.

Kurt shook his head. "Blaine, I'm fine. You have a concussion by the way. They wouldn't release the information to my dad, so they worked some magic. They're gonna let you go home tomorrow, but no hockey for at least a month. You aren't even allowed to participate in practices."

Blaine sighed. "I should have known. Could be worse though."

"That's what I said! Anyways, Dad said you'd still have to go to all the games. Home and away ones, and a few practices a week until you're all healed up."

"And find a part time job, and an apartment."

"Blaine, no. You're staying with us. You think we're gonna kick you out just cause you can't play hockey? Besides, Carole has grown quite attached, as have I. Maybe a part time job is a good idea though. I'm sure I could get you in at the store. Have you ever worked retail? I bet you have..."

Kurt continued rambling to himself, but Blaine was tired and his bed and cozy and Kurt looked exhausted so he grabbed his wrist and pulled until Kurt stopped talking in protest of what was happening and laid down. Blaine draped his arm over Kurt and pulled the blankets over them.

"Goodnight, Blaine."

"Night Kurt."

They were silent for a while before Kurt spoke again.

"Thank you."

Burt headed off towards the hospital first thing in the morning. He knew Kurt had to be at work sometime that day, and had refused to leave Blaine at the hospital alone. Which meant his son was without an alarm clock to wake him up.

Burt opened the door to Blaine's room and stopped in the door. Kurt and Blaine were both asleep on the hospital bed facing away from the door. Blaine was pushed over towards the edge of the bed with his arm holding Kurt against him snuggly.

Burt took another step into the room, closing the door softly behind him. He noticed Blaine's face nuzzled into Kurt's neck while Kurt slept comfortably. It was a heart warming view for Burt, who once feared his son would never find the kind of happiness he'd found with Carole.

He decided against waking them up. He'd call Rachel's Dads for Kurt and get him the day off. They were once a young couple in love, he was sure they'd understand.

Blaine was the first to wake up. It took him a while to figure out where he was, and why his head hurt so bad, and oh. That's Kurt. The night before slowly floated back to him and he smiled. Before he could nuzzle back into Kurt's neck, he felt Kurt start to stir.

"Morning."

Kurt's eyes opened and he smiled. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Well my entire being doesn't hurt anymore, just my head."

"Well that's good to hear." He sat up and slid off the bed, stretching his back out. "Thanks for sharing the bed last night."

"Thanks for staying with me instead of going home and sleeping in your own bed."

Kurt smiled and glanced at the clock. "Oh no."

Blaine looked at him, completely confused.

"I'm supposed to be at work in 10 minutes. Oh god." He grabbed his phone and pressed it to his ear after dialing. "RACHEL! Thank god, I'm going to be there as soon as- oh. Really? When did he call? No, he wasn't here... I'll talk to him later. Thanks, Rach. Yeah, I will. Bye." He hung up and looked at Blaine.

"Did you hear my dad come in this morning?"

He shook his head. "No...your dad was here?" He thought back to how they'd been sleeping and suddenly became really nervous.

"Rachel just told me that my dad saw me this morning and knew I would want the day off so he called Rachel's dads."

"I don't think I heard him...I had weird dreams though. There were flying turtles."

Kurt laughed. "Awww. I didn't have any dreams once I moved to the bed."

Blaine smiled. "I'm glad."

Kurt and Blaine were sharing a look when the doctor walked in. "Oh good, you're awake Mr. Anderson. I wanted to come back and talk to you about your recovery period."

Blaine sat up a bit. "Okay."

Kurt motioned towards the door and Blaine shook his head. "No, Kurt you can stay." He smiled briefly, but it didn't reach his eyes. He looked back to the doctor completely serious. "How long is the recovery?"

"Unfortunately, due to your concussion, you will be needing to stay out of the game for at least the next two weeks, at which time we'll re-evaluate."

Blaine nodded sadly, but he wasn't overly shocked. "Thanks Doc"

The doctor walked out of the room and Blaine sighed. "Your dad is going to kill me. He accepts me onto his team and what do I do? Make myself unable to play for a few weeks."

Kurt shook his head. "Blaine, my dad isn't like that. He's just going to be relieved to know you're okay."

Blaine nodded, but didn't hide his obvious disagreement very well. That's when he heard it, the ringtone he'd specially chosen for Santana coming from his nightstand.

Kurt walked over and picked it up without so much as a glance at Blaine.

"Hello? Yes, this is Blaine's phone. May I ask who's calling? Okay, but what's your name? Santana. Hold on a second." Kurt placed the phone against his chest and looked at Blaine. "Santana?"

Blaine sighed. "Yeah. I'll take it."

Kurt handed him the phone and sat down in a nearby chair to begin flipping through a magazine.

"Hi San"

"Blaine, who the hell was that?"

"Kurt. That was Kurt. Listen, I know you're upset, but I just woke up and I would have called you."

"...What's going on?"

Blaine's confussion was clear on his face. "You didn't hear about the hit?"

"No? What's wrong?"

Blaine went on to explain how he'd been hit and that he was out of the game for a few weeks. He turned down her offer to fly him home for a bit, stating that he wanted to stay where he was and learn all he could without playing.

When he got off the phone, Kurt was staring at him.

"Okay, I have to ask. Who is Santana?"

Blaine laughed. "She was my PR person until I moved here, and her and her girlfriend are pretty much all the family I've had with me constantly since I moved from Canada. They call and check up on me every day."

"That's sweet. Well, next time I'll be sure to pass her over right away. She didn't sound terribly pleased when I asked who she was."

"Not Santana, she doesn't take kindly to those kinds of questions. She expects everyone to know her."

Later that day, Blaine was released from the hospital and Kurt drove them back to the Hummel house where they found Burt sitting in the living room. Kurt ran upstairs to change his clothes while Blaine cautiously entered the room and sat with Burt.

Before Blaine had the opportunity to say anything, Burt started speaking.

"I know you're going to try and apologize for that hit, but it wasn't your fault. I don't let my players take the blame for stuff they didn't do. The guy that hit you has been suspended for 3 games in case you were wondering."

Blaine nodded in understanding. "Thanks Coach."

Burt nodded. "Don't mention it, kid. I don't know how much Carole explained about you being here, but you're to stay here until after the end of our first season, even if you aren't playing. I'd hate for you to fall into the wrong crowd around here or lose focus of the game trying to work and pay for an apartment. As far as I'm concerned, you're welcome to stay here till we find another guy to bring in."

Blaine smiled. "Thank you again, Burt." Blaine went to leave the room, but stopped when Burt started talking again.

"Wait, I want to ask you one more thing."

Blaine hurried back to the couch and sat down.

"I saw the way you and Kurt were asleep as the hospital. I don't know how much he's told you, but Kurt's last boyfriend wasn't someone that we're still associated with. I know you guys are still getting to know each other or whatever, but if you hurt my son, I'm done doing you favours."

Blaine nodded. "I won't, I promise."

Burt nodded. "Good, now go get some rest."

The next day, Blaine woke up in his own bed for the first time since he'd been staying with the Hummels. His back and legs were sore from the game, but he managed to get himself out of bed and ready for the day. Kurt was going back to work, but said that Blaine could tag along and help out while Rachel finished off inventory.

By the time they made it to the store, Rachel was already buzzing around fixing the displays. Kurt handed her the coffee he'd picked up for her and sat behind the desk.

Blaine had brought a book along with him to keep himself amused for the day, but mostly he just wanted to stare at Kurt.

"You're doing it again." Kurt was looking down at his calculator and booklet.

"Doing what?"

Kurt glanced up. "You're staring at me."

Blaine smiled nervously. "Only cause you look adorable when you're frustrated."

Kurt stuck his tongue out at him. "Unless you can figure out where the missing 85 dollars went on this stupid balance sheet, I'd stop teasing me."

"A balance sheet, huh? Can I take a look at it?"

Kurt grabbed the paper and brought it over to Blaine. "Be my guest."

Blaine took the paper and spend a few minutes examining the entries before smiling and making a few changes. "All done. You balance now."

Kurt stared at him, completely dumbfounded. "But...how?"

Blaine shrugged. "I've always been good with numbers, so I took some accounting courses, and I did my mom's taxes every year growing up, and I used to help a few guys on the team with theirs."

"Hold on a second. If anyone walks in while I'm gone, greet them and make sure they don't steal anything."

Blaine nodded and watched as Kurt made his way to the back room.

"Rachel, aren't your dads looking for some kind of accountant type person to do their taxes for the store?"

Rachel glanced up from her clipboard. "Yes, Kurt. And they want someone who actually knows what they're doing. As much as I love Finn, there's no way they're going to let him near our finances."

"Not Finn. So I had this balance sheet that your dad asked me to fill out, and I somehow misplaced some money and Blaine managed to find it and fix it. Turns out he's taken all these accounting classes."

"Do you think he'd be interested in doing their taxes?"

Kurt shrugged. "I think he needs something to do now that he can't play for a few weeks."

"That's a few good point Mr. Hummel." She pulled out her phone.

"Hi Daddy."

When Kurt emerged from the back room, there were a few people over by the change room. He had forgotten to tell Blaine that he needed to let them in and check their items. By the time he got over there, Blaine had materialized out of nowhere in time to tell the guy inside the dressing room that he looked great. Kurt continued to look on, completely impressed by Blaine.

Kurt watched as Blaine helped the few people there find a few more items before checking out, while managing to keep the store spotless. Eventually they made their way to the cash and left the store.

Kurt looked at Blaine. "Wow. You're really good with customers. And math. And hockey."

Blaine laughed and shrugged. "They were nice too."

Blaine heard the chime of the door again and spun around greeting the new customers.