Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Blaine had cried himself to sleep last night. He didn't really know why, himself. Cooper had finally come back, he had talked to Kurt, and he had – at least somewhat- come to terms with the fact that Kurt would probably never ever forgive him. The boy had refused to leave the hospital, so he and his brother had asked for a room they could sleep in. Thankfully, the hospital always had one or two guest rooms that family members could use. Still, his night hadn't been a quiet and restful one. No, he had had haunting dreams of the night after the Sadie Hawkins dance, when he had been beaten half to death, and then woke up in a hospital. In this hospital. That was probably the reason for his nightmares- this place triggered memories.

Nevertheless, the Sadie Hawkins dance hadn't been the only thing he dreamed about. Kurt had been a major factor in his unconscious state, and he had always appeared when the nightmares got really bad, so Blaine could calm down. Cooper had also been there with him, in person even, and had whispered soothing words into his ear until he fell back asleep. Blaine couldn't help but wish it had been Kurt's arms that encircled him, Kurt that rocked him back to sleep, Kurt that made his night more bearable.

Blaine felt like a delusional 10-year-old that had their first crush on a girl – or a boy – and was too afraid to talk to them. Because he was delusional. Kurt wouldn't get back together with him anytime soon, if ever.

He was staring out the window into a small park. There were a few people walking around, a woman was pushing a man around in a wheelchair; his hand was moving from time to time and he was drooling on his shirt. Blaine sincerely hoped that when – if – his parents woke up, they wouldn't end up looking like that. He didn't think he could take care of them at 17.

So lost in thought, he almost fell of his chair when the door opened widely and hit the wall. He spun around, startled, and was relieved to find that it was Cooper.

"Coop, man, you know doors have handles for a reason, right? You're gonna give me a heart attack someday."

Cooper just grinned. "Whatever, Squirt. Anyways, I got you some coffee. I didn't know how you liked it so I just got you a simple one with milk."

Blaine nodded in acknowledgement, his fingers curling around the cup that contained the hot, dark brown liquid as he took it from his brother. Slowly, he took a sip and spluttered as he burned his tongue.

"Go slow B! It's fresh and hot."

The other boy just scoffed. I noticed. At least the coffee made him feel something. Made him feel alive. Blaine and Cooper sat in a comfortable silence for a while, Blaine continuing to look out the - rather small – window. He didn't notice the time fly by, and the next time he turned around, Cooper was gone again. Blaine sighed.

Was he a bad person for thinking more about Kurt than his parents? Probably.

He felt empty and numb. Kurt was invading his mind again. Blaine just couldn't stop thinking about the beautiful boy, his clear, glasz eyes, his porcelain skin, his chestnut colored, always perfectly coiffed hair. The corners of his mouth slowly formed a small smile at the thought. He had always been proud of the fact that he was the only one who ever saw Kurt without hair products.

I'll probably never see him that way again. Coldness gripped his insides tightly.

He didn't even startle that much when the door hit the wall again. "You really need to break the habit, Coop." he started, "I-"

It wasn't Cooper that stood in the doorframe, with red rimmed, blue eyes, hazelnut hair, porcelain skin, just a few tones lighter that paper.

"Kurt." He breathed.

The flight had been even worse than he had expected. His nervousness had made his bladder go crazy, so he had to go relieve himself every ten minutes, which in return caused the woman next to him to go crazy. Eventually, he offered to trade seats, as he was sure she was about to kill him if she had to move out of his way one more time.

Now, Kurt was standing here at the Port Columbus International Airport and was waiting for a free cab to take him to Westerville. Normally he would've asked his dad to get him, and he knew Burt would've done it, but he really wasn't in the mood for an interrogation of any kind, and that was most likely what his father would do.

So here he was, looking around, neck strained, hoping to catch a cab soon. When he saw a free one, he lifted his hand and waved. The driver nodded and pulled over.

"Where to?" The man asked when Kurt had gotten in. He looked nice, in his forties probably, hair starting to become grey.

Kurt smiled and replied "Westerville Hospital please."

Curiously, the driver looked at him. "Something bad happened?"

"You could say so." Kurt sighed and leaned back in his seat. He earned a sympathetic glance from the other man. "Sorry. I'll do my best to get there quick buddy."

He earned a small smile from Kurt who busied himself fastening the seatbelt. "Thanks."

They spent the drive in comfortable silence. The taxi driver seemed to understand that Kurt didn't want to talk, and Kurt was incredibly thankful for that. Still, he was happy when they arrived at the hospital after half an hour; he wasn't sure if he could've handled the pitying looks any longer.

With a forced smile, he handed the man thirty dollars, telling him to keep the change, got his suitcase out of the back of the car and entered the hospital.

He went over to the information. "Excuse me?" He began. The woman behind the counter looked up at him, a bored expression taking over her features.

"Yes?"

"Um... I'm looking for Elaine and John Anderson. I wanted to see them." He stammered.

The woman looked through her computer, then nodded. "Yes, they're here. Family only though."

"I'm their nephew." Kurt never would've thought he'd ever lie to achieve what he wanted.

The woman – her name was Lorie, judging by the small iron plate pinned to her chest – eyed him skeptically. "Nephew, huh?" Kurt held his breath. "Room 356, up the stairs then left. Impossible to miss."

Kurt nodded, relieved. "Thank you so much."

Lorie just shrugged in acknowledgement and then waved him off. The boy had to keep himself from running up the stairs. He turned left, and soon he stood in front of the room that Blaine's parents were in; and hopefully Blaine too.

Softly, he knocked. A voice told him to come in – but not Blaine's. Still, he entered the room. There, next to a battered Mrs. Anderson – the sight of her made him gasp – sat an about 25-year-old man; Cooper. He turned around, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Kurt? What- what're you doing here? Blaine told me that-"

Kurt cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I can guess what he told you. I bet he thought I wouldn't care, right?" Cooper nodded, still surprised. Kurt sighed. "I guess it really must've seemed like that. Just hanging up on him, I shouldn't have, it was just that-"

It was Cooper that stopped him this time. "Whatever. Blaine's not here as you can see. But... I can take you to him if you want? Boy's been thinking and talking about you all the time."

Kurt couldn't help it when a slight blush crept up his face, and Cooper cracked a smile as he stood up. "Come on, I'll take you."

The boy could only nod, and followed Cooper out of the room. They rounded a corner and then stood in front of a different looking door.

"Blaine- is he- is he okay?" Cooper looked at him with an unreadable expression. "Physically? Yeah. Emotionally? I'm not sure; doesn't look like it. Go easy on him, yeah? He really missed you and now the thing with mom and dad..." He drifted off.

Kurt couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and the man's words. The thought of causing Blaine even more pain than he was in already made him feel physically sick. He didn't voice his thoughts though, just nodded.

It was just now that he realized the tears rolling down his cheeks and he quickly wiped them away; he needed to be strong – for Blaine and also for himself. Remembering the promise he had given to himself in the plane, about not breaking down, he entered the room when Cooper flung the door open and silently left. Kurt flinched at the sound.

"You really need to break the habit, Coop." The other boy said, his voice tired and empty. His back was turned to the door, his shoulders hunched. Slowly, he turned around, and when he saw the face in the doorframe wasn't his brother's, his face morphed from shocked to relieved to incredibly happy in the blink of an eye.

Kurt's heart constricted in his chest when he saw Blaine's eyes fill with tears, and when he said his name, he lost it, flinging himself in Blaine's arms.

Blaine couldn't believe it. The beautiful boy in his arms, that was Kurt. His Kurt. He was so shocked that he didn't respond to the hug at first – he hadn't fully processed what had just happened yet. When he finally understood that this was really Kurt, that he was real and warm in his arms, he returned it with full force.

"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt!" He chanted the other boys name over and over between the sobs that wrecked his body. He never wanted to let go. Never ever would he lose sight of Kurt again. "I missed you so much, Kurt." He murmured.

At the sound of his voice, Kurt seemed to realize what he had just done, and pulled away. Blaine tried to force the hurt off his face, but obviously didn't succeed as Kurt looked at him with a stricken expression. Internally smacking himself, he cursed his dumbness – saying that had probably been too much. He quickly wiped his tears away as he tried to get a hold on himself.

"I'm- I'm so sorry for that. I didn't mean to- I-"Kurt couldn't seem to be able to find the right words. Blaine wanted nothing more but to cut him off with a kiss, but he knew that wasn't possible. Kurt would probably soon realize his mistake and leave again.

Self-consciously, Blaine wrapped his arms around himself. "What- What are you doing here? I thought that- you didn't- you wouldn't-"It was Blaine who was at a loss for words now.

"You thought I wouldn't care?" Kurt guessed. Blaine shrugged and the other boy nodded, staring at the wall, deep in thought. Suddenly, he grabbed Blaine by the shoulders, as if to shake him, and brought their face dangerously close to each other.

"Blaine, listen to me. I don't want you to ever think that I don't care, okay? Even though you- I mean- you-"He took a deep breath and started again, "What I mean is, even though we had our... differences," Sighing, he continued, "that doesn't mean that I don't care, alright? I- You will always matter to me, no matter what happens, do you understand?"

Blaine had a hard time listening, with those beautiful eyes so close to him. Still, he managed to nod and Kurt let go of him. He cleared his throat. "All right, so now that we covered that... How are you feeling?"

Still staring at his former boyfriend, it took him a few seconds to realize that he just had been asked a question. Lifting up his shoulders in a shrug, he replied: "Um... Okay I guess. I mean, as okay as one can be when your parents are in a coma." he tried to joke lamely. Kurt flinched, and Blaine immediately felt guilty.

"I- I'm sorry, I tend to shut off when I don't know what to say." Kurt still looked so incredibly sad, and Blaine wanted nothing more than to kiss the sadness off his face.

"No, no, it's okay, I didn't- I don't expect you to tell me anything, after what happened with us in... the past."

It was Blaine's turn to flinch now. This conversation was incredibly awkward so far, and Blaine really missed the times when they could tell each other everything. That seemed like ages ago, and they acted like strangers with memories now. We probably are, he thought sadly.

"So..." Kurt cleared his throat awkwardly. "Do you... did you go home since your parents... you know."

Blaine shook his head. "No, I couldn't; too much to remind me of them, you know?" Kurt nodded understandingly. When they heard someone knocking at the door, they were both incredibly relieved.

It was Cooper, who looked very uncomfortable in his skin. "So... Who wants to grab a sandwich or something?"