When Blaine awoke the next morning, he almost rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in squished pillows because his head throbbed. He felt groggy and disoriented, and his mouth was so dry that he couldnt even swallow. Groaning when he remembered that hed spent the whole night crying over Karofsky, who seemed to hurt him more when he was away instead of near, Blaine lifted his head from his pillow. He couldnt tell what time it was, but Kurt was still curled up on his chest and sleeping. It didnt seem to be a peaceful sleep because his mouth was curved into a tiny frown and his brows were ruffled.

Touching Kurts hair and brushing it off his forehead, Blaine slowly shifted around on the bed, careful not to jerk Kurt. His entire body became so stiff that he resembled a statue when he heard a burst of laughter from upstairs, and because of how tense hed been all through the night, he hissed when his shoulders cramped. He wondered if Burt had company over, maybe his football buddies, and he frowned because that meant hed be locked up in here all day to avoid embarrassment over his lack of voice in idle chat. Sometimes Blaine wished he could be like a normal guy, shouting and hooting and laughing at football games. But instead he was silent, and when he did open his mouth, he was lucky if he didnt stumble and stammer over his own tongue. He rolled his eyes at himself.

He looked up again at the next holler of voices, and then another round of laughter. It got so noisy that Kurt softly murmured and burrowed deeper into Blaines chest so he could only hear the pounding of Blaines heart. Blaine twisted his body around so Kurt would be more comfortable, but then his blond lashes lifted, revealing a pair of blue eyes. "Mm..." Kurt curled his fingers and toes, his eyes batting a few more times before he lifted his head and looked around. A pair of blue eyes met golden eyes, and Kurt moved his hand so he could touch Blaines jaw. "Oh, Blaine... do you feel well, darling?"

Blaine didnt get to answer Kurt because the people above them shouted again, and Kurt turned his gaze to the ceiling, trying to understand who was with his dad. "We must have visitors." He said very softly, sliding off of Blaine and poking at the floor with his toes. "I wonder who my dad could have invited over. I should go upstairs and greet them. Will you come with me?" He held his hand out for Blaine, and Blaine slowly pushed himself off the bed. He had to wait to follow Kurt because he went to get his robe, but then he came back to his side.

Before the two of them went upstairs, Kurt paused and whispered to Blaine, "Thank you for your honesty last night. It makes me feel trusted. I dont think differently of you at all... and Im certainly not disappointed." His eyes became very wet, and he sniffed and wiped his tears away. "I have such a wonderful man. I do love you, Blaine." When Kurt caressed his cheek again, Blaine bent for a kiss, just a small peck that left both of them warm and breathless.

They walked side by side as they went up the stairs, their hands brushing with every step. Kurt pressed on the door, and he poked his nose out, and Blaine took a step after him to get into the living room. Kurts little mouth fell open at the sight of his new family gathered around the living room, Finn and Carole on the floor while Burt was at the edge of his recliner, leaning over what they were doing. Caroles head popped up at the sound of footsteps, and she gave them a big grin, "Well, good morning, sleepy heads."

Raising his hand, Finn waved at both of them, "Hey, guys." He lowered his head again and checked over a magazine Carole was holding, and he stuck his tongue out at something on the page. "Mom, come on, thats an ugly house."

Carole playfully whacked Finn with the magazine, "Well, Finny, all of your choices would break our bank account. Kurt, why dont you come over here and look over some of these magazines? See, Finn, hell make a good decision. Hes good with colors and practical with money."

When Kurt nipped his bottom lip and tilted his head, Finn whipped around to face Burt, "You havent told them yet? Can I tell them?" He didnt wait for Burt to answer to blurt very loudly, "Were moving in together! Its going to be awesome! We can stay up every night and play video games!"

Even though Blaines mouth fell open with shock, Kurt bounced and squeaked, "Were going to live together? Oh, this is so amazing! Blaine, wont this be so fun?" Blaine tried to nod, but it was hard for him to move any muscle in his body. He let go of Kurts robe when he scampered away and knelt on the floor beside of Finn, instantly going through the magazines they had spread out. "Oh, I think the color of this house is lovely." He picked up one of the magazines, and Carole followed his finger to a two-story house. "Its very soft, but still very pretty."

Carole took the magazine from him, "Oh, I agree with you. Its a nice house. Burt, look at this one. It has two floors... and we need the extra space. It has four bedrooms... two bathrooms... and a walk-in closet." She gave Kurt a smirk and nudged him with her elbow, making him giggle. "We know who would need that. But its affordable, Burt... and its just a few miles away from here. Its closer to their school, and its in a nice area. I think we need to look into this one. Good job, Kurt. What do you think, guys?"

Finn took the magazine from his mom, and he held it up for Blaine to see. "I like it, Mom. Hey, Kurt, can I help you pack? My mom said she wanted to be moved into the new house next week. We brought boxes to put the stuff in."

"Yeah." Burt got up from his recliner and patted Finns back a few times. "Why dont you guys start on the kitchen? Me and Carole will work on the living room." Kurt hopped again and skittered after Finn when he ran toward the kitchen, but Blaine still couldnt lift his feet to go after him. Burt quickly noticed the sour look on his face, and he stopped by him and rubbed his back. "I know that change is hard on you." When Blaine blinked at him, Burt gave him a small smile, "Im a dad. Do you think I dont realize these things? But were going to be alright, Blaine... you know, as a family. All of us love you, even Carole and Finn."

Blaine lowered his lashes over dark eyes again, "I want to go up to the hospital for a while. Make sure Kurt is alright while Im gone." He walked away from Burt before he could reply, and he passed by the kitchen door. Looking in at Kurt, who was chattering to Finn as they emptied cabinets, he turned away again and pushed through the front door. The morning chill nipped through his thin shirt and his baggy sweatpants, but he ignored it and climbed into his car.

The drive over to the hospital didnt take too long, and Blaine used that short time to just think things over, mainly about Kurt and Karofsky. He wondered if Kurt would have been better off had he never taken him down into his messed up life, but, for some reason that Blaine didnt know, Kurt loved him, and Blaine couldnt hurt him by leaving, even though it might have been best. He didnt know what Kurt would be like if Blaine had never approached him, if he would have looked at Blaine from across the room, but been unable to talk to him. Or if he would have fallen for what everyone tried to convince him of, that Blaine was bad and that he needed to be glared at. Blaine couldnt imagine living a life in which Kurt hated him.

Before he could consider that horrid thought for too long, he turned the car into the parking lot, but he didnt turn it off yet. Hed been worried about Santana ever since that awful night that theyd been kidnapped, and he couldnt avoid her any longer. They were going through this together, this battle with Karofsky, and he needed to see her for her support. Stepping out of his car, he shuffled toward the front doors and stuffed his hands in his pockets. The hospital wasnt busy, so he got over to the desk easily, and he asked what room Brittany was in. He was almost disappointed when the secretary gave him a room number, which meant that Brittany was still sick.

He walked down a hallway and got to her room after a minute of searching, and he raised his hand and knocked on the door. Hearing shuffling from within, he took a step back and found himself staring at Santana a moment later. Her bored expression didnt change at the sight of him, but she did raise her hand and push her heavy hair back, revealing a drained face. "Blaine." was all she said through a hoarse voice, and she took a step back, letting him into the small room. He didnt look over at Brittany because he feared what he would see, but then Santana collapsed against his chest and sobbed, making every nightmare hed had come true.