When Blaine woke up, he didn't open his eyes immediately. His face was pressed into a soft surface, and it just smelled so good. He didn't want to ever get up, didn't want to leave this wonderful dream. Sighing, he nestled closer to the warmth and tried to enjoy as much of it as he could.

Suddenly, the figure next to him began to move though, and begrudgingly, Blaine opened his eyes. When he tilted his head upwards, he looked into two light blue orbs. The sight took his breath away, and he never wanted to stop staring.

Then he noticed the conflicted expression on Kurt's face and asked worriedly, voice still slurred with sleep: "Kurt? Are you okay? Did I make you uncomfortable?" He quickly made to get up. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what was up with me, I should- I should go."

Kurt quickly grabbed his wrist. "No, no Blaine, it's okay. I was just a little confused, that's all." He flashed him a clearly faked smile.

Blaine was not convinced, but he sat back down anyway. An awkward silence spread between them, making him feel rather uncomfortable.

After a while, he got back up, hungry. "Uh... Wanna grab something to eat? I mean, only if you want to of course. There's a small café about five minutes from the hospital, I figured we could go there?" He rubbed his hand over his neck awkwardly.

Kurt smiled that adorable smile of his and nodded. "Uh, we'll have to ask the doctor first, but after that's settled, sure, I'd love to! Just uh, let me get ready?"

Blaine grinned, relieved. "Okay, you wanna use the bathroom first? I can uh, wait." He waved his hand at the bathroom door vaguely.

The other boy shook his head. "Nah, you go ahead. I always take a little longer anyway." He chuckled.

Blaine nodded again and turned to the bathroom. He had a feeling today would turn out to be a good day after all.

While Blaine was in the bathroom getting ready, Kurt decided to pay Blaine's parents a visit after checking with the doctor. Blaine's father had never been particularly nice towards him, but he had accepted that his son had a boyfriend and that was alright with Kurt, seeing as the man had had a homophobic mindset pretty much all his life.

Elaine on the other hand, while having shared her husband's views before Kurt came along, was a very sweet woman, and even an idiot would have been able to see that she tried her hardest to adjust. She loved Blaine with all her heart and only wanted the best for her son, whether it was with a man or a woman.

The bed creaked slightly when Kurt got up; making him glad that Blaine had got a single room. He was making his way to the door when his phone buzzed. Rolling his eyes, Kurt turned around and reached for his phone on the bed to check who was texting him. Something must've been wrong with his phone, because the text was from over two hours ago, why hadn't it buzzed earlier?

Call me, freaking stat, lit up on the screen and the fact that it was from Rachel surprised him even more. Still, he complied and scrolled through his contacts to get to Rachel's number.

The phone rang three times until Rachel finally picked up. "Kurt! How nice of you to finally call! It's an honor, really!" she exclaimed sarcastically.

Kurt sighed, irritated. "Oh, I'm sorry I was awake pretty much all night because my fucking ex-boyfriend and one of my best friends has a concussion and only just woke up after one and a half fucking days of being unconscious! I really sorry for not having thought about contacting you when god forbid there were more pressing matters on my mind!"

There was a stunned silence on the other end, then the sound of a throat being cleared. "Uh... I'm sorry, Kurt, I didn't mean to-"

"Save it, I didn't mean it either, I'm just tired I guess. So, what did you call for?"

"Adam called this morning, he was wondering why you're not replying to his texts or calls. Kurt, you really need to sort this out." Rachel pressed.

"I know but... What am I supposed to say to him? 'I'm sorry but I don't want to date you because I prefer my ex-boyfriend who cheated on me?" He didn't want Blaine to hear anymore so he walked out the door, not caring about how he looked for once, and continued. "'I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but I left everything and flew over to Ohio because I maybe still want to get back together with him'? I don't want to hurt him, Rachel."

His friend sighed. "I know you don't, Kurt, but you need to tell him if what you just told me is the truth. You're hurting him more by leaving him hanging, he believes he still has a chance with you, you know."

"But that's the problem, I don't know what I want! So what, say I got back together with Blaine, what if he hurts me again? I don't think I could go through that a second time, Rachel."

"Then you need to figure it out as soon as possible. And besides, from what I know about Blaine, he wouldn't do it again. He loves you more than anything else in this world, and you're hurting him too by not knowing what you want. Please, talk to Adam."

Kurt sighed in defeat. "Alright, I'll call him. I gotta go now, I want to pay Blaine's parents a visit before we go for breakfast."

He heard a muffled chuckle on the other line. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, uh, nothing, you have fun honey. See you!"

The boy shook his head, confused. He had promised Rachel to call Adam, but he really didn't want to ruin his good mood; besides, a few more hours wouldn't hurt right? He deserved to have a little fun, he did.

Shortly after that, he arrived at the room Elaine and John Anderson had been put in. He knocked, just in case Cooper had gone to see them already. When nobody replied, he cautiously opened the door.

The two adults really did look horrible. Their skin was pale and their eyes looked sunken in. Kurt shuddered, not being able to imagine how it must have felt for Blaine to see them like that for the first time – actually he was able to. He remembered the time two years ago, after Burt had had the heart attack. Sure, he had woken up a week after, but still, it had been terrible.

Huffing out a deep breath, he sat down next to Elaine, taking her hand in his own. It felt cold, just like his father's had felt. He swallowed the lump in his throat and decided to just sit here for a while. While he started out the window, he remembered the first time he had met Blaine's parents.

Kurt was frantic. He was meeting Blaine's parents today! What if they didn't like him? What if they thought he wasn't good enough for their son? What if- "Hey baby, you look terrified. It's going to be okay, they're going to love you, especially my mom. I told her so much about you!" Blaine shook him out of his thoughts.

He couldn't quite get himself to believe his boyfriend though. How could he know? He would probably end up embarrassing himself, and first impressions were always the ones that lasted. Taking a shaky breath, he decided to voice his doubts.

"Kurt, you're wonderful. You're adorable, and witty and just overall perfect. Please, don't worry. You're amazing."

"But-"Kurt tried to object.

"No buts, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. You're going to be amazing. Now come on, we have to get going or else we'll be too late."

Blaine took his hand and dragged him out into the corridor. Kurt chanced one last look at his hair, then squared his shoulders and nodded. "Let's do this."

His boyfriend grinned and leaned in to kiss him softly. "That's my boy", he mumbled.

They left Kurt's house, getting into Blaine's car and starting the drive to Westerville. All the while, Blaine was trying to comfort his boyfriend. "Kurt, calm down. They're going to love you."

He flashed him a convincing smile.

When they finally arrived, Kurt was a mess of nerves. He had never been so terrified to meet someone new before. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he stood next to his boyfriend, waiting for the door to open as he rang the doorbell.

A strange man opened, he wore some kind of black tuxedo, a dark blue bowtie and looked like he was about 70. That was Blaine's father?

His confusion was soon cleared when Blaine spoke up. "Hey James. This is my boyfriend, Kurt Hummel. Kurt, meet James, our butler."

Kurt let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and timidly shook the old man's outstretched hand. "I-it's nice to meet you, sir."

"The pleasure is all mines, Mr. Hummel." James said with a slight smile. Kurt managed to crook a smile too.

James led them through the huge house – no, mansion – up until they reached a dining room that looked like it had been taken out of a palace. Kurt gasped and suddenly felt rather uncomfortable. If Blaine's parents were that wealthy, who was to say they wouldn't think he wasn't good enough for Blaine?

Once again, he looked around the huge hall, taking in all the details. The flooring was made out of some dark kind of wood, mahogany perhaps, and the walls, which were reaching up about 3 meters, were colored in a creamy brown. In one corner, there was a fireplace with an armchair sat in front of it, the flames flaring up and coloring the space around it in a warm, comfortable orange.

In another a huge shelf was placed, stuffed to the max with books of all kind. He couldn't make out the details, but they all looked really old and very, very valuable.

Beautiful furniture was lining the walls, decorated with complicated ornaments and fitting perfectly into the calm, somewhat antique atmosphere. Kurt loved it right away.

But the one thing that really made his breath catch in his throat was the dining table. It was long and dark brown, a light table runner running on top of it, with plates and candles all around. Once again, the table's legs were covered in beautiful ornaments and swirls, making him feel like somehow he had landed in a fairytale with Blaine as his prince and he being the poor Cinderella. The view was truly breathtaking, and Kurt found himself envying Blaine a bit.

He shook his head to free himself from his daze and shot a look at his boyfriend who was smiling at him with a knowing glint in his eyes. Obviously he got this reaction a lot, Kurt deduced.

James cleared his throat and motioned for them to follow him to the table, both of them gladly obeying. When they were seated, Kurt fidgeted around in his seat, afraid to knock down one of the porcelain plates or the glasses.

After a while, Blaine's parents finally arrived. Kurt was so nervous he couldn't breathe. Hopefully this would go well.