Blaine went downstairs before Kurt was even done doing his hair. He walked into the kitchen to find both of his parents standing at the counter, his mother with her head on his father's shoulder and his father rubbing gentle circles in her back. Blaine could plainly see she had been crying.

“Mom?” he said.

She turned around quickly, fingers brushing against her face to removed any remaining tears. Mr Anderson put his hands around her waist to bring her back closer to him.

“Are you okay?” Blaine continued, worried now.

“Yes, I'm fine, sweetheart. It's you we're worried about. I think we need to sit down and have a long talk, don't you?” she asked.

“Yeah, but can I get some breakfast first? I'm really hungry,” Blaine said.

“Of course, but since it's almost 4 in the afternoon, I was thinking more in terms of dinner.”

“I guess we kind of slept late...it was a rough night,” Blaine said just as Kurt stepped around the wall from the stairs, smiling at Blaine but looking serious when he realized Mr and Mrs Anderson were there, too.

“Good afternoon, Mrs Anderson, Mr Anderson,” he said very politely.

“Kurt, please call me Edward, I think you are so close to my son we can dispense with the formalities,” Mr Anderson said with a smile at Kurt.

“And call me Viviene,” Mrs Anderson joined in.

“Edward, Viviene. Thank you,” Kurt said, not sure what to say next.

“Oh, it was my night to cook dinner. Cooper, Blaine, and I had been taking turns. Would you like me to cook for all of us tonight?” Kurt asked, hoping it would make the room less tense.

Blaine's parents smiled. “Of course, we'd love that. Do you need anything?” Viviene asked.

“No, Blaine and I can do it. I can have it all ready in about 90 minutes,” Kurt told her.

“Then Edward and I need to go in to the office for a short while, we'll be back by dinner time and Cooper will, too. Then we need to sit down and talk some things over,” Viviene said, reaching for her coat by the back door.

“See you boys later,” Edward said, patting Blaine on the back as he walked by to get his coat, too.

Kurt and Blaine went into the kitchen, gathering the ingredients for the quiche Kurt had planned for dinner. Blaine began shredding the Mizithra cheese Kurt handed to him, Kurt got out the flour and lard to make the pie crust. They worked together, chopping the ingredients for the salad, frying the bacon, beating the eggs all while singing upbeat songs to each other and improvising dance steps in between the cooking tasks.

Cooper arrived while the boys were busy making dinner. He joined in, helping by setting the table and opening the wine to breathe.

“I can make some dessert if you'd like,” he offered.

“Oh, I hadn't given any thought to that, what did you have in mind?” Kurt said.

“Your choice: Creme Brulee or Apple Tarte Tartin?” Cooper asked. He loved making desserts, but didn't do it often because it meant more trips to the gym.

“Creme Brulee!!” Both boys shouted at once.

An hour later, the Anderson family sat down to eat dinner. Kurt and Blaine were much praised for the Quiche Lorraine and salad. After dinner, Viviene and Edward cleared the table before they sat down to have the serious talk everyone had been anticipating all day.

It actually wasn't too bad, they asked a lot of questions and Blaine answered as well as he could, often leaning in to Kurt's chest if he got too overwhelmed and locking their hands together when the questions got hard. Several times he just asked not to answer if it was too much for him, and his parents respected that.

There were no questions about Blaine's and Kurt's relationship. Edward and Viviene decided that based on everything they had observed, that their son was in love and that Kurt loved him, too, and they were fine with that, given all the things that had come out last night. They were quite concerned about the boys sleeping in the same bed, but after discussing it with Cooper, they decided to wait to say anything since Burt was coming home tomorrow and Kurt would be returning to his own home and his own bed.

The upshot of the evening was that Cooper was going to find a reputable plastic surgeon for Blaine to visit to discuss scar removal and Edward was going to look into a therapist to help Blaine learn how to cope with his problems in a healthy way. It was agreed that neither boy was comfortable with Blaine going to Kurt's therapist.

Despite some emotional moments, the talk was beneficial for everyone and it was with a feeling of accomplishment that they ended the dinner with Cooper's fabulous Creme Brulee.

~*~*~*~*~

Later that night, Kurt and Blaine walked into Burt's room at the hospital.

“Dad!” Kurt greeted him, grinning. “Nurse Patsy told me you have some good news to share!”

“Yeah, Kiddo, I have the green light to go home tomorrow. They have tortured me enough, they're finally letting me go,” he told his son and Blaine.

“I'm so glad for you, Burt,” Blaine said, sitting down on the far side of his bed while Kurt took the chair on the near side.

“I'm trying to remember what my house looks like...” Burt kidded.

“Me, too. I've been at the Anderson's for so long,” Kurt said.

“About that, Blaine – I want to thank you so much for taking my kid in and treating him like your own family. I really don't know what I'd do if you hadn't come along to help Kurt when you did. It won't go unrewarded. If you need anything from me, just ask and it's yours,” Burt told Blaine. In Blaine's head, his mind said Can I have Kurt? He shook his head, coming back to reality.

“You don't owe my anything, Burt, I was happy to help,” Blaine smiled at Kurt. “I am going to leave Kurt here with you, I need to run a few errands and I'll be back in an hour.”

“See you,” Burt and Kurt said together, grinning at each other at the coincidence.

After Blaine left, Kurt got serious.

“Dad, I might have made a mistake, but I need you to help guide me through this,” Kurt said, reaching out to hold his father's hand. Burt looked at his son, getting the feeling that he was loosing touch with him.

“You can tell me anything, Kurt. You know I love you, right?” Burt asked.

“Yeah, Dad, I know. I was wrong in not telling you so many things. I let them get bottled up inside me and then I didn't know what to do,” Kurt said in a small voice, tightening his grip.

“Tell me now, Kiddo. I'm listening and you know that no matter what it is, I'm here, and you know I'm always on your side. Does this have something to do with Blaine? Has he hurt you, Kurt?” Burt's eyes were suddenly brighter blue, narrowing at the thought that someone had hurt his son, his beautiful, sweet boy.

“No, Dad. But I need to tell you how I met Blaine. I didn't lie about meeting him at a community project. It was a help line for suicides. But I wasn't volunteering there. I met him when I called it for help.”

“You called a suicide helpline, Kurt? Why?” Burt's eyes got huge.

“Because I was standing on the Old Mill Stream Bridge over the Ottawa River. In that blizzard. And I was going to jump.”

Burt gasped, and Kurt suddenly got cold and afraid. Maybe he shouldn't tell his father this, maybe it was selfish to want someone else to know it. But his therapist had given him the idea that he would need to tell his father at some point, and he thought maybe it was best to do it while Burt was in the hospital in case he got worse.

“Oh, Kurt, come here...” Burt said, coaxing him up on the bed with him. They lay with Kurt's back to Burt's chest, his father's gathering Kurt up and slipping his arms around him. “Okay, now tell me everything.”

“I was alone, Dad. I didn't think you were going to make it and I had nobody else. I had come to terms with the fact that I am gay, which is not right in this society yet. At least not at McKinley, and I didn't think I had any friends or anyone to turn to. I just didn't see any hope,” Kurt told his dad, tears flowing and hands shaking. Burt held him tightly, humming under his breath to try and calm his son.

“It just got worse and worse, then the kid at school that had been bullying me got more aggressive and I hit him. Coach Sylvester expelled him, but the school board got involved and I knew it would all come out that I was gay and I didn't know how you would take that. Anyway, I just found myself out on that road, then I ran out of gas and I walked to the middle of the bridge and wanted to jump. But my feet were cold, and I don't know why, but I called the help line.

“Blaine was there alone, they hadn't even really opened yet, but he tried to talk to me. He accidentally hung up on me, and I threw my phone in the river. I walked back and forth for a while, then sat down to try and warm up my feet. Then Blaine found me.

“He brought me warm socks,” Kurt smiled for a moment and Burt hugged him tighter.

“I wasn't nice to him. Here he was, driving his BMW in the middle of a blizzard to try and find someone he didn't even know, and he tried to tell me it would be okay. I was really mean to him, shouted at him, but he never even cringed, he just kept telling me he would help me, that things are never so bad that there isn't something you can do to make it better.

“I wasn't going to give up my verbal assault on him, I told him he could never know what I felt like. Then you know what he did?” Kurt asked.

“No, son, tell me,” Burt encouraged, running his hands over Kurt's tensed back muscles.

“He pulled up his shirt and showed me his scars. He had been attacked when he was twelve years old and these kids carved a bad word into his belly. His scar says “FAGGOT”. Blaine had never shown that scar to anyone since he was released from the hospital, Dad, not even his family, but he showed it to me....me, a perfect stranger, because he cared about me. I didn't know anyone could care about me like that. And, well...I think that's why I love him.”

“You love him, Kurt? Not just grateful to him, but you love him?” Burt asked.

“Yes, Dad. I do. And he loves me. He told me. And I wanted to tell you,” Kurt said, suddenly quiet after his confession. He had been scared to tell his dad all of this, but now he was relieved. He sighed and leaned his head closer to his dad, and Burt kissed his son on his temple.

“I'm glad you do, Kurt. And I'm glad he loves you, too.” Burt felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. His son was growing up before his very eyes and he felt old, but happy nonetheless.

Blaine came walking back into the room, his eyes going wide as he saw Burt's arms wrapped around Kurt.

“Am I intruding? Are you guys okay?” he asked, ready to turn and go.

“We're fine, Blaine. I was just telling my dad about the night we met.'

“Oh,” Blaine had no idea what to say. This was turning out to be the most angst-filled, emotionally wrought two days he had ever lived through.

Kurt got up, struggling to get back over the railing of the bed and sit on the chair once more. He held out his hand to Blaine, who came immediately and took it, leaning against the back of Kurt's chair and looking at Burt.

“Blaine, I think we owe you far more than I realized. Kurt just told me how you saved his life. Bless you, son, for being there for Kurt when I couldn't be. Just...bless you,” Burt said, his eyes tearing up. They sat for a while, just talking, but it was comfortable for all three of them. They discussed plans for school and even planned some meals for Burt, teasing him about the lack of salt his diet would now feature. They didn't mention any of the hard things they had spoken of earlier, but it wasn't necessary. Burt had a whole new respect for Blaine and it showed, making Kurt smile in relief.

“We have to go, Dad, but we'll be here at ten tomorrow morning to take you home. Blaine is taking me shopping to get you some food in the house tonight. Love you, Dad,” Kurt finished, leaning over the rail to give him one last hug.

“Love you, too, Kiddo,” Burt said, then held out his hand to Blaine, who came over and took Burt's hand in his. “Take care of yourself, Blaine. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Burt.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Now, take it slowly, Dad, don't trip on that step,” Kurt said, his father holding his arm as he came in the front door. Burt looked up to see balloons and banners welcoming him home, a vase of fresh daisies on the table in the living room. Blaine held his other arm as the boys escorted Burt to the sofa and helped him sit down.

“Thank you, boys,” he grinned, happy to be back in his own house. Kurt busied himself getting his dad a glass of water and tucking an afghan around his legs to keep him warm. “Okay, enough with the coddling, Kiddo. I just want to turn on the game and watch it while I rest.”

Kurt smiled, but stopped with the fussing while Blaine took off his coat and left it in the closet by the front door. He took Burt's and Kurt's jackets and did the same before sitting down on the loveseat and turning his attention to the television as the game came into focus.

Several hours later, Blaine was still watching television when he looked around and saw the both Burt and Kurt were asleep. He moved Burt's feet up on to the sofa and covered him up with the blanket Kurt had left there. He gently woke Kurt up with kisses to his cheeks and forehead and the boys went in to the kitchen to make some dinner.

“He looks so peaceful there, I think he got worn out coming home,” Kurt mentioned and Blaine smiled.

“But he sure looked glad to be here,” Blaine added.

“So, your parents are okay with you spending the night here tonight to help me with Dad?” Kurt asked.

“Yes.”

“The home health nurse will be here tomorrow morning. I hope dad likes her. She'll come most days just after breakfast and stay until dinnertime, so I can go to school. But I'll have to be home with Dad every night and on the weekends for a while. I hope that's okay?” Kurt said.

“Of course it's okay, Kurt. It's your dad, your place is with him,” Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand in his own and looking into Kurt's blue-gray eyes. “What is important to you is important to me you know. I can come over after school or in the evenings. We'll still have time together,” Blaine told his boyfriend, worried about the sad look in his eyes.

“I know. But spending my nights without you to hold will be really hard,” Kurt said, cuddling closer to Blaine.

“I know it will, baby, but we'll make it work. We have the rest of our lives, you know, and I'm planning on sticking around for a while, “ he laughed, kissing the corner of Kurt's mouth.

Dinner was quiet because Burt fell asleep halfway through it, then Kurt got him to take his medication and they helped him to bed, Kurt tucking him in and placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight, Dad,” Kurt said and turned out the light. Burt was already asleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Lying in bed that night, Blaine was very apprehensive about his appointment with the surgeon the next morning. Burt's nurse would be there by eight, then Kurt was going with him to see the surgeon along with Cooper. Both of his parents had offered to take the day off to go, but Blaine was happy just to have Kurt and his brother on this first examination. He still hadn't let his parents see the scars in spite of the talks they had concerning this doctor and the whole removal question, and Viviene and Edward respected Blaine's wishes.

“Are you very nervous?” Kurt asked, brushing Blaine's hair out of his eyes as he looked at his boyfriend.

“Yeah, I am. I'm used to hiding them, and this doctor is going to want me to strip down and lay there on display, I just don't want to do it. That's why I want both you and Cooper there. I hope it was okay I asked...” Blaine said in a small voice, clearly not comfortable talking about it, even to Kurt.

“Oh, baby, you're going to be fine. I'll be there the whole time, holding your hand. You know I won't leave you alone to face this by yourself,” Kurt whispered. “Just like when you were there for me. I was lost, Blaine, and you reached out to me. You held my hand and never let go. You took me into your heart, and made me want to live. Oh, I do love you, Blaine.”

Blaine pulled Kurt closer to him, hardly able to take a breath, he was so filled with emotion.

“I love you, too, Kurt, so much,” he was finally able to whisper back, snuggling into Kurt's chest, burying his nose deep in the cleft of Kurt's neck and just breathing in the familiar scent of the boy he would do anything in the world for.

The boys had gone to bed early, being tired from a full day of making the house ready for Burt. They had barely managed to strip off all of their clothes before tumbling between the sheets and searching each other out. Everything pointed to a night of fantastic sex: they were alone in the room with no chance of Burt walking in on them, they were naked, tangled together and this would be their last night for who knew how long that they could spend together. But it just didn't happen. Kurt sensed that Blaine was more in need of reassurance and closeness than he was of a night of debauchery, so Kurt just held him, occasionally kissing his cheek or neck, or gently caressing his warm golden skin. They lay snuggled together, talking in quiet voices and sharing all their hopes and dreams until they both fell asleep.

Morning brought back all of Blaine's anxiety. He was practically twitching with nerves when Kurt woke up.

“C'mere, baby,” Kurt coaxed and Blaine complied, rolling closer to be held and caressed until his heart slowed down. “Remember what I told you last night. I will be there the whole time. I promise.”

“I know. I just want it to be over with,” Blaine blustered.

Kurt placed a chaste kiss on Blaine's mouth and took his hand to help him out of bed. They went through their routine at a fast pace, getting to the kitchen to start breakfast by seven. Kurt entered Burt's room to find him wide awake and smiling.

“Good morning, kiddo!” he said cheerfully.

“'Morning, Dad.”

“Blaine is getting breakfast for us, let's get you dressed,” Kurt chirped. “The new nurse will be here at eight.”

At two minutes to eight, the doorbell rang and Kurt opened the door to find a woman waiting with a bag, some paperwork, a backpack, and a cup of coffee. Her face broke out in a bright smile that went straight to her eyes as she shifted the things in her arms to hold out her hand to shake Kurt's.

“Good morning! You must be Kurt Hummel? I'm Carole Hudson, the home health nurse,” she said, shaking Kurt's hand with a strong grip. Her dark brown eyes were sparkling and Kurt was pleased to see she was pretty and petite, that would help keep his father happy maybe, Kurt grinned.

“Yes, I'm Kurt, so glad to meet you. Here. Let me help you with some of that...” he said, reaching to take some of the burden as he stepped aside to let her in.

“Oh, no, my son is right behind me, he'll help,” she said, turning to see if he was behind her, but letting Kurt take some of the things from her. Coming up the walk was a large boy pulling a rolling suitcase and carrying a box under his other arm. “This is my son.....”

“Finn!” Kurt said, surprised to see one of the Glee Club members coming up his walk.

“Oh, you know each other?” Carole asked.

“We're in New Directions together, Mom,” Finn said, looking a bit surprised himself. “Kurt, I didn't know it was your house. I hope your dad is doing better.”

“Thanks, Finn, he is. Dad is in the family room, just through here.”

He guided them in, indicating chairs for them to sit as he set her things down on a table next to her.

“And you must be Mr Hummel? I'm Carole Hudson, glad to meet you,” she greeted Burt.

He held out his hand to shake hers. “It's Burt, please.”

“Burt. And this is my son, Finn. He came to help me with some of the supplies this first day. Apparently he's in Glee Club with your son, Kurt,” she smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Mr Hummel. Mom, I need to go, there's a meeting with Coach Beiste this morning and I can't be late,” he said, “I'll see you later in Glee, Kurt.”

“I better get going, too. Dad. We have to meet Cooper at eight thirty and get to Columbus for the appointment by 9:15. I'll see you after school. I have my cell if you need anything,” Kurt said to his father. “It was nice to meet you, Mrs Hudson, I'll be home by 4:30 and Dad has my number if you need anything.” He smiled and then dropped a kiss on his father's head. “Love you, Dad.”

“Love you, too, Kurt. Where's Blaine?” Burt asked, looking around for him.

“Here, Burt. I was just getting my books from Kurt's room,” Blaine said, entering the room.

“Mrs Hudson, this is my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson. Blaine, this is my dad's home health nurse, Mrs Hudson,' Kurt introduced them.

“Actually, I'd prefer it if you would all just call me Carole. Nice to meet you, Blaine. Are you in Glee Club with Kurt and Finn?”

“I'm in a Glee Club, but I go to Dalton Academy. I'm a Warbler,” he smiled.

“Oh, I remember Finn telling me your group was going to be at sectionals this year!” Carole grinned.

“We better go, don't want to be late. Goodbye, Carole. I think I'm leaving Dad in good hands,” Kurt smiled and got a wink in return.

~*~*~*~*~

Blaine and Kurt met Cooper at the Anderson house and they all got in Kurt's Navigator and drove to the doctor's clinic in Columbus. By the time they were ushered into the exam room, Blaine was chewing his nails and almost shaking with nerves. He sat on the table, Cooper sat in a chair and held his hand while Kurt sat behind him on the table, an arm around his waist.

A young woman entered the room, long red hair in ringlets bouncing behind her and a smile on her face. If having two people hovering over her patient affected her in any way, she didn't show it.
“I'm Dr Sanderford, and you are Blaine Anderson?”

“Yes, ma'am,” Blaine said in a soft voice, not meeting her eyes.

“And this is your family?” she asked.

“My brother, Cooper, and my boyfriend, Kurt.”

“Nice to meet you all. Let's get started. Tell me why you're here, Blaine,” she said, looking into his hazel eyes with her bright green eyes.

He told her about the attack and the boy that carved the word into his belly. He told her about the other boys that rubbed the dirt deep into the cuts and about the surgery to close the wounds. He couldn't say anymore and turned to Kurt, begging him with his eyes to tell her the rest. Kurt and Cooper told her the rest of Blaine's story, about how he hid the scars, never looked at them, how they affected his life. By the time they were done, Dr Sanderford had tears in her eyes. She walked over to Blaine, careful not to touch him until she had asked and gotten permission, and took his vital signs.

“I know you are sensitive about showing the scars, but I'll need to see them, Blaine, if I'm going to help you. I want you to change into this hospital gown and cover yourself from the waist down with this sheet. Would you like to have your brother and boyfriend step out while I do the exam?” she asked.

“No. I want them here with me if it's okay,” he said.

“Of course. I'll just step out. Let me know when you're ready.”

Blaine took off his clothes, trembling as he removed his shirt. Kurt and Cooper helped him, Coop rubbing his back as he got back on the table and Kurt covered him with the sheet. It was all he could do not to curl up in a ball on the table when the doctor came back in.

“Are you okay with my seeing the scars now, Blaine?” she said gently.

“Yes, if Kurt can hold my hand,” he said.

Kurt moved closer and Dr Sanderford pulled the sheet back and the gown up just enough for her to see the scars. She brought the light close and used a magnifying device that attached around her head like a miner's lamp. It didn't take long, but to Blaine it seemed to take forever. He was shaking by the time she had finished.

“I'll go out and you can get dressed again,” she directed. “I'll meet you in my office when you're ready.'

A few minutes later, they all walked into her office.

“Blaine, I won't sugar-coat this. It is not in your favor that the dirt was never properly removed from the cuts and that is has been so long since it all happened to you. However, I am confident that with a combination of several types of Z-plasty and skin grafts that I can take away most of the scarring. Your skin will not look new, but you won't be able to see the letters at all.”

Blaine smiled and Cooper squeezed his hand.

“It won't be easy. The grafting sites will be especially painful for a while, and it will take a good amount of time to heal completely. You will have to use medication that you will apply five to seven times a day for a long time, and you won't be able to exercise or swim. But at the end of that, those scars will be gone.”

“Thank you, Dr Sanderford,” Blaine said, standing up to shake her hand.

~*~*~*~*~

The drive back to Lima was quiet, but the nervous anticipation was gone and Blaine elected to lie down in the back of the Navigator as Cooper and Kurt sat in front. They stopped for lunch, having to wake Blaine up, and when they got back to the Anderson house, Edward and Viviene were waiting. Cooper told them what Dr Sanderford had said.

“Oh, Blaine, I'm so sorry we didn't do this years ago when it first happened. Can you forgive us?” Viviene asked, pulling her son close and hugging him.

“Nothing to forgive, Mom. I'm fine. She said this will work, so I am glad we can do the surgery now. Why look back?”

“You are so brave, Blaine,” Edward said, patting his back. “I will make the arrangements for the surgery, son, and we will get this done.”

Blaine hugged both his parents and his brother and took Kurt's hand.

“And thank you, Kurt. Without you, this would not have happened.”

They excused themselves and went up to Blaine's room for a while to unwind.

“I meant that, Kurt. I do thank you, you're the best,” Blaine said, sitting beside his boyfriend on his bed.

“I really didn't do anything, Blaine. I just looked up some stuff on the internet. Cooper is the one that found the doctor, your parents are the ones paying for it,” Kurt tried to deflect Blaine's gratitude, he was uncomfortable getting all that attention when he didn't feel he'd done anything extraordinary.

Blaine knew better than to argue, so he just kissed Kurt, holding him close in his arms and letting him know just how grateful he really was. They kissed for a while, Blaine needing the reassurance more than he was willing to admit and Kurt more than willing to give it. A few hours later, Kurt left to go home to his father and Blaine decided to take a nap after this hard day.

~*~*~*~

“Hi, Dad!” Kurt sang out, glad to be home and see how his dad's day had gone.

“In here, Kiddo,” Burt called from the dining room. He was sitting at the table and Carole was taking his blood pressure.

“How did it go with Blaine?” Burt asked.

“Okay. He was so nervous, it was all Cooper and I could do to calm him enough for the doctor to examine him, but she said they can do the surgery. It will take a long time to recover, but I think Blaine is going to be better if he has it done.”

“I hope he chooses to do it then,” Burt said, “I like that boy.”

“Me, too,” Kurt blushed, then giggled as Burt winked at him.

“Well, is Carole a good cook?” Kurt changed the subject, winking at Carole as Burt squinted his eyes in distaste.

“If you like dull tasting food with no salt, then, yeah. She's fine,” Burt teased, grinning at Carole, who gave him a frowny face.

“I made him an omelet with egg-beaters and added seven kinds of vegetables and some no-fat cheese. It was delicious. I ate the same thing and it was fine.”

“See, Dad, she ate it, too. I'm pretty sure you aren't going to miss a meal with Carole here.”

“Well, I better get going. I think we had a good day together, didn't we, Burt?' Carole said, patting his arm. He smiled back at her and Kurt got the feeling they must have really hit it off. He smiled to himself, maybe this was the start of something good for his dad. Burt had been lonely far too long.

~*~*~*~*~*~

That night, Kurt heard the notes to a song that indicated he had gotten a text. He was in bed, but still not really asleep, so he grabbed his phone to check it, noticing it was 2:43 a.m.

Blaine: Kurt? Are you awake?

Kurt: Yes, what's up, buttercup?

Blaine: Wow, you're awfully cheerful for it being almost 3 in the morning. What has you awake?

Kurt: Thinking about you, of course.

Blaine: Awww..[BLUSH]

Kurt: Why are you up?

Blaine: No reason.

Kurt: Blaine.

Blaine: Ah, can I just call you?

Kurt dialed first. Ring.

“Kurt? I'm sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night,” Blaine said, his voice shaky.

“What's wrong, Blaine?”

“Nothing.”

“Yes, there is, I can hear it in your voice. I'm here for you, baby, just tell me what's wrong. Do you need me to come over?”

“No, you can't leave your dad alone. But, can I come there?” Blaine said, pleading.

“Are you okay to drive?” Kurt asked.

“No. But Cooper said he would bring me. My folks left this morning for a business meeting, so it's okay.”

“I'll go down and unlock the door, Just slip inside and come up to my room. Hug Cooper for me. Why is he willing to bring you here in the middle of the night?”

“I'll tell you when I get there.”

And the line went dead.