Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence

My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me [...]

And I knew for sure I was loved

After Kurt had hung up, Blaine just stared at his phone, his eyes watering up again. "...Kurt?", he said in a timid voice, almost like he was talking to himself. What had he expected? That Kurt would just forgive him for his cheating and confess his undying love for Blaine?

He had been a complete asshole, and he knew he'd probably never forget the look on Kurt's face when he had uttered the words. "I was with someone." Kurt had looked so heartbroken and when he had started crying, Blaine could practically feel his heart shattering. How could he have betrayed the love of his life like that?

Of course he won't care. I broke his heart, what did I expect? Still, Blaine couldn't help to feel more than just a little disappointed, having relied on Kurt's support more than he would ever admit to himself. He let out a strangled sob and curled up on the hospital chair by his mother's bed. I hurt him so much. How could I have been such an idiot? I love him more than anyone else in this world, his laugh, his skin, his eyes. Kurt... I'm so sorry...

Slowly, carefully, he cupped his mother's hand in both of his. "Mum... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there with you guys. I just- I really fucked up with Kurt and I want you to- I just w-want you to hug me. Please... Please wake up. I can't lose you and dad too." But her hand didn't as much as twitch.

Blaine let go of her hand and let his gaze linger on her body. She had a huge cut on her forehead and her left arm and leg were wrapped in a cast. From what he had gathered, she also had several broken ribs, a severe concussion and a minor bleeding in her brain, which would most likely cause memory loss and confusion – or worse - when she woke up. If she wakes up... Blaine thought solemnly.

His father wasn't better off; in fact, he probably had it even worse than Elaine. John had pretty much the same injuries as his wife, but on top of that, a glass shard had found its way into his right eye which would most likely make him go blind on that side.

Blaine sighed. He had never wanted this. He had never wanted to see his parents on a hospital bed, being kept alive by machines, barely even functioning anymore. Slowly, he let his mind drift off, thinking of better times. As his limbs and eyes started to grow heavy, he didn't fight sleep, letting himself indulge in the soothing darkness.

Blaine jumped out of his bed, his little bare feet making loud sounds on the tiled floor as he ran into his parent's bedroom excitedly. "Mommy, Daddy, it's my birthday today, get up, get up!" he exclaimed excitedly. His father groaned and turned around in their bed, his mother slowly blinked her eyes open.

"Oh honey... What time is it?" Blaine shyly handed her the alarm clock on the dark brown night stand next to the bed. The woman let her head fall back into the pillows. "Blaine! It's five thirty in the morning, why are you up that early?" The now 5-year-old boy jumped up and down, not able to keep still.

"But Mommy!" he argued, "It's my birthday! I wanna eat cake and get my presents and play hide and seek with Wes and David and-"Elaine chuckled. "Alright, alright! Just let me get Daddy out of bed and get ready. You just put socks on; we'll be down in a minute." She smiled warmly at her son. Blaine grinned back.

Before he went back to his room, he paid a visit to Cooper though. Laughing, he flung himself on the bed where his brother slept. "What the hell Blaine?" the older boy grunted. "It's my birthday, get up, get up, get up!" Blaine all but shouted. "Ugh- Do you know what time it is? Can't you just wait like, one or two hours yet at least?" Blaine shook his head vehemently. "Nuh-uh. Mommy and Daddy are already up, I want my big brother too!" At that, Cooper laughed, scooted over to one side of his bed and patted the spot next to him.

"Come here squirt." Blaine obeyed. "Happy Birthday little brother. You're my favorite one." Blaine giggled. "But Coop, you only have one brother!" "Exactly. And I wouldn't want another!" He pulled the younger boy into a tight hug.

"Now get out so I can change!" The little boy laughed and finally retreated to his room, shouting: "Love you big brother!" He heard Cooper laugh. "I love me too!" Blaine grinned again. He had a feeling that today would be absolutely awesome.

"Make a wish Blaine!" Blaine grinned, then closed his eyes and blew out the candles. Please let Mommy and Daddy and Cooper always be okay. That was his only wish. When all the candles were blown out, his father whirled him around in his arms. Blaine was positively squealing with laughter. He felt so happy in that moment. Still catching his breath, he blurted out: "D-daddy! Can we eat the cake later? I wanna get my presents! Please?" He put on his best puppy dog eyes, knowing his dad couldn't resist them.

John laughed. "Okay, birthday boy. Let's get your presents!" He stalked off to retrieve them. Blaine was giddy with excitement, once again not able to stop himself from bouncing up and down. Happily, he looked around the room, and just seeing his mother and Cooper smiling broadly at him made his heart feel like it was going to explode with excitement.

When his father finally arrived, three big, colorfully wrapped packages in his hands, Blaine practically tore them out of his hands. He began unwrapping the first one, the big goofy grin never leaving his flushed, round face. When he saw the Superman costume he had wanted in there, he ran up to his family, wrapping his short arms around them as good as he could. Cooper ruffled his unruly dark brown curls and Blaine went back to his presents.

The second package contained a dark blue scarf and matching mittens and a hat. Blaine knew his parents always got him something useful on top of the things he wanted. And blue was his favorite color anyways, so he wasn't upset at all. He just hoped his last gift was the one he wanted the most.

He ripped off the wrapping paper, hoping to find the thing he had wished for ages for underneath it. His disappointment when he saw it wasn't what he hoped for, but rather some matchbox cars must've been clearly visible on his face because his mother tried to explain. "Honey... I know you're disappointed that we didn't get you that... princess costume but... we didn't think it was- we didn't think it was appropriate. You see, only girls can be princesses."

Blaine didn't understand. "But what about when a boy and a boy like each other? I mean, who is the princess then?"

John cleared his throat. "Blaine... Listen to me. When two men or two women love each other then- that just isn't right. It's not normal."

Blaine's face was scrunched up in confusion. "But what about Hannah? She has two dads. And... as long as they love each other, shouldn't that be okay?"

His father just sighed. "Blaine, let's talk about this another time, okay?" The little boy just nodded, even though he still didn't understand.

"Now, who wants cake?" his mother exclaimed. Blaine immediately forgot the conversation he had just had and replied "Me, me!" He ran into the kitchen, missing the concerned glance his parents exchanged.

The day proceeded normally, Blaine ran around in his Superman costume, laughing and shrieking and completely forgetting the talk he had had with his parents. When he fell into bed that night, he remembered again though. He took the chance when his mother came into his room to kiss him that night and asked "Mommy? What is wrong with a boy liking another boy?"

Elaine narrowed her eyes and gave him a weird look. "It just isn't normal. It's against God and- why do you want to know?"

"I just don't understand Mommy. And- and this God, if he thinks that it's wrong then he is wrong I think. And you are too. You shouldn't just believe him, Mommy. I think you should be able to like whoever you want." He nodded to underline his statement.

His mother looked angry now. "Look Blaine, God is always right. Two men being together is wrong, and I don't want you talking back to me. Also, I don't want you to associate with... people like that." She spat. "This Hannah you were talking about. I don't want you talking to her anymore."

Blaine shook his head. "Nuh-uh. Hannah is my friend, and I wanna talk to her!"

"Blaine! Stop talking back! You will obey by what I tell you!" Blaine flinched visibly and scooted back a few inches.

Elaine seemed to realize what she had done because she tried to touch her son's arm, but he flinched back, almost hiding in his bedding. The woman sighed in defeat and stood up. "Good night, sweetie." But Blaine didn't answer, just hid under his blanket. When he heard the door close, he peeked out of his makeshift-cave and thought about what his mom just said. He just couldn't get her logic through his head. And the look in his eyes when she had started shouting... She had looked almost... disappointed in him? But why would she be? What had he done wrong? With all those question in his head, he slipped off into a restless sleep...

...only to be woken up by a door being flung open.

Rachel was worried about Kurt. He he had been frantically running around the apartment for hours now. All she had been able to get out of him when she had finally returned from her date with Brody was something about an accident and that he needed to see Blaine. As far as she understood, it wasn't Blaine that was hurt though. "Kurt, you need to calm down. You won't be of any use for Blaine if you arrive there looking like a complete mess."

"B-but he sounded so broken and- and I just want to hold him and comfort him and I want him to stop hurting! –Damn it!" Something clattered to the ground loudly. Rachel turned around only to see Kurt had knocked the vase off the table, and was now trying to clean up the mess with shaking hands. When he cut into his finger, his resolve finally broke and he fell to the ground, trembling.

Rachel ran up to him and wrapped her arms around her roommate. "Shh- Shh, it's gonna be alright. Blaine is not hurt, and that's a good thing right?" Kurt nodded weakly. "See? And now, we will book a flight for you so you can see your puppy-like boyfriend, okay?"

"He- he's not my boyfriend, Rachel." Kurt argued. Rachel just nodded with a knowing smile. "Not yet, you mean."

That made Kurt crack a smile, and Rachel was glad that he seemed to be perking up. He had already called his dad, telling him that he would use his emergency credit card to book a flight to Columbus. From there, he'd be taking a cab to the hospital in Westerville. Burt had agreed of course, knowing how much Blaine still meant to his son.

Rachel got up, turned the laptop on and looked for the next available flight to Columbus. The next one that flew there directly was at around 9am tomorrow. She got Kurt to stand up, showed him the flight and then left to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

When she got back, Kurt had booked the flight and shoved some toiletries and a few scarves into his packed suitcase. As he saw Rachel's raised eyebrows, he just shrugged and explained: "I don't know how long I'm gonna stay."

"Kurt, you can't miss too many classes at NYADA, you know that, right?" Rachel asked. Kurt nodded. "I know but- I just need to be there for him right now. As a friend." He added the last sentence after seeing Rachel's smirk. "Sure." She nodded in a mock-serious manner.