“Kurt, is that really you? I can't belie- Kurt dont hang up alright kiddo? I have a customer right now, just don't hang up, give me a minute,” Burt sounded a lot older than what Kurt remembered, he also sounded tired and stressed and Kurt felt guilty for most likely being the one to put that there. Burt had raised him, and he basically just left his father to look after himself.

No, Carole is there…and Finn, don't feel too guilty. You're not in the wrong.

He heard his father speaking to another man and there was movement.  He forgot how much he missed his father, listening to the sounds of the tire and lube shop where he used to spend his days doing homework in the office, and when he heard his dad call him Kiddo.  That one word alone wanted to make him run all the way back home.

Kurt grabbed onto Blaine's hand for support and allowed his thumb to run over Blaine's fingers. Blaine always did this to him, and he liked it, it made him feel important. He wanted to remind Blaine that he was also important to him. The busy sound of the hospital reminded him of why he was there, and why he was having this conversation with his father in the first place.

He was holding the phone close to his ear. The other boys had left for privacy telling Blaine that they would get them something to eat and let the other Warblers know what was going on, and The Doctor needed reassurance that everything was okay. Blaine was going to call them when they finished talking to Burt.

“Kurt, you still there son?” Burt asked appearing somewhat frantic as Kurt reassured he was

 “I'm here…”

“Kurt my boy,” Burt was struggling, and finding it so hard to believe that he was finally talking to Kurt. He had dreamed of this moment. Pictured it in his head, thousands of times and now he was at loss for words. “My baby boy..” Hearing Burt break was making Kurt's heart clench painfully in his chest and Blaine had tears in his own eyes listening to Kurt's

“I'm so sorry…god you have no idea how sorry I am I hurt you…. I hurt my boy. I lost your mother, I don't want to lose you too Kurt… whether you like guys or girls, you're mine, and I love you son.

Don't ever think I don't love you for who you are because I do,”

Kurt remained silent. He didn't dare look at Blaine in fear Blaine would think he made everything up, because his father was painting a completely different picture to what he had told Blaine about him but then Blaine squeezed his hand, and he couldn't help look up. Blaine gave a reassuring smile to say he was there for him, Kurt tremblingly returned it.

“I failed as a father and I can never- ever forgive myself for laying a hand on you like that and I just need to know you're okay, that, you're gonna be okay. I can't force you to come home. I want you too, but I can't force that on you,”

There was heavy breathing and a sharp intake of breath before Burt uttered what Kurt been longing to hear:

“I miss you Kurt,”

“I... I miss you too dad,”

“Where are you Kurt, did you watch the news? Are you okay?” Burt was moving. He could hear the elder man moving down some distance and opening a door. He sounded anxious, not daring to think of the worst of how Kurt might be.

“Sl…slow d…own dad,”

“You sound croaky; are you hurt?” Burt was making noise as though finding a comfortable spot to sit in, he heard him say something to Carole and realised he must have went inside the house.

“I'm…okay,”

Blaine gave him an unhappy glance because Kurt was lying to Burt. He was not okay. Kurt brought Blaine's hand up to his mouth to kiss his fingers in reassurance that he knew what he was doing, but it didn't stop from Blaine looking disappointed.

“You're hurt. I can hear it in your voice,” Burt was nobody's fool. Blaine could hear what Burt was saying as he was on loud speaker and he said to Kurt “Kurt, you don't have to be scared, he loves you remember, you should tell him,”

“Ca…can you…my jaw is hurt –hurting again,”

“Sure sweetheart,” At that Kurt relaxed. Blaine quickly moved a hair that had falling out of place affectionately into the way Kurt likes it. If Blaine was calling him sweetheart, then he can't think too badly of him.

“Tell me what? Kurt who's that?” Burt was more anxious now. He didn't have much patience; Kurt remembered that about his father when it came to bad news, he hated suspense.

“Mr Hummel my name's Blaine Anderson, I've been looking after your son, but last night he got out of my sight and he got hurt. He was attacked on the street by homophobes; he's in hospital sir,”

“What do you mean he got hurt? Are you his doctor?” Burt demanded “What hospital?”

“No sir I'm not his doctor, I'm his-”

“He's.”

Blaine watched Kurt with concern when he noticed Kurt testing his jaw “Hey…Kurt take it easy,” Blaine insisted caressing Kurt's jawline with his free hand.

 “He's my boyfriend dad,” Kurt could tell Blaine was about to say friend, but he didn't want that. He didn't want to pretend or lie anymore, if his dad was going to accept the situation, it had to be for what it was.

Blaine's mouth was wide open now shocked was an understatement as Kurt looked at Blaine to make sure that was okay. He gave a shy timid smile and Blaine grinned as leaned down and kissed Kurt on the cheek, then quickly on the lips, he would have kissed him more but Burt was talking again, they couldn't see his own shock to the news as well as Blaine was busy readjusting their hands so that he was holding Kurt's left hand fully in his, and Kurt was looking adorably cute as he turned suddenly bashful.

“I…I don't know what to say to that Blaine, I don't know if you're taking advantage of Kurt or if your old enough or if you're actually sincere, I honestly don't know what to think about this whole thing, except that I'm glad to hear Kurt's voice,”

“I understand why you don't trust me sir, but in all due respect you did leave Kurt in an unfortunate situation. I was the one that was able to help him back to his feet, he wouldn't be here if it weren't for me Mr Hummel, he'd be lying somewhere in an alleyway half beaten if not freezing to death, and I love Kurt. Nothing you say will change that, I love your son Mr Hummel, and if he wants me, he can have me,”

Burt sighed and there was an uncomfortable silence. “I'm sorry if I'm overstepping the boundaries,” Blaine winced as Kurt nodded but he was smiling so Blaine didn't really mind so much what consequence it would bring so long as Kurt kept smiling at him like that but he also didn't want Kurt's dad to hate him.

“You are….” Burt began.

“Dad,” Kurt whined ready to protest and defend Blaine “Hold on a minute son, let me finish,” Burt added. “Now Blaine how old are you?”

“16 sir, turning 17 next month,”

“Okay…and are you living at home with your parents?” Burt continued as Blaine nodded “Only with my mother Mr Hummel,”

“Right, and you go to school? You keep up with your studies?”

“I do sir, I go to school in Westerville Dalton Academy, it's a private school for boys and it's actually not far from Kurt's school,”

“Well that's nice…and why do you love my son Blaine? What attracts you to him?”

Blaine felt like this was a test. A test that if he didn't past, he would lose Kurt for good, and he didn't want to lose what he had been looking for forever.

He looked at Kurt as he answered because this was an easy one to reply to “I love Kurt because he's got moral principles. When I first met him, he refused to take my gloves even though it was absolutely freezing out, he's unbearably stubborn” Burt slightly chuckled in agreement and Kurt glared at him “He gives these evil looks which he thinks will make you hate him, but just makes me want to kiss him,” Kurt stopped giving that look and tried to change it but failed and Blaine grinned as he continued “He's handsome…he's got good eye for fashion, that Mr Hummel is something every gay guy wants in a partner,” Kurt smiled at that and rolled his eyes half-heartedly at Blaine.

“After I couldn't convince him to take my gloves that first day I bought him a hot chocolate and we talked, I felt like I was meeting my modern day version of prince charming. There's this beautiful- gorgeous man who's oblivious to his own good looks who likes the same things I do. He likes Vogue, he likes musicals, he likes fashion, he loves singing, we talked like we've always known each other always.

It was almost like I was meant to meet Kurt that day but when I actually heard him sing….I'm pretty sure that was the moment I fell in love with you, you moved me, and the plan to go ice skating with you and watching a musical together, and singing was just so I could spend more time with you and get to know even more about you, because I feel like I've been looking for you forever…”

Kurt had tears in his eyes as he hiccupped. Kurt sat up and pulled Blaine closer by wrapping his arms around his neck so he could pull him down for a kiss, unable to hold it in anymore. Then suddenly Burt's voice reappeared after a moments silence as Blaine leaned his forehead's on Kurt's,  

 “I hope this is Kurt you're talking to now and not me…because I can't sing if my life depended on it,” Kurt laughed but then a wave of pain went to his cheek and he gasped in discomfort. Blaine immediately got him some water nearby in his room as there was a sink. He gave Kurt the foam cup and Kurt took a quick drink.

“Hey Kurt, I got someone else that wants to say hi,”

Frowning Kurt thought of Finn but then Carole's voice appeared “Hi sweetie. It's been a long time,”

“Y…yeah, hi Carole, ho—how was the w-edding?”

Blaine's hands were back in Kurt's hair. Although he scolded at Blaine for messing up his hair before, he pretended to be too busy on the phone to notice, because secretly he enjoyed it.

“We didn't go through it Kurt, it didn't feel right without your blessing,”

“W…why would yo…you need my blessing?” Kurt frowned. He hadn't meant to put their own lives on hold. He had just wanted to feel safe, and feel unjudged.

“If we don't have your blessing, than…I don't think your father would feel comfortable, and I want to make things worse, your father is a wonderful –wonderful man, and I know what he did was wrong, but he beats himself up every day over it Kurt, I worry about him,”

“A…aren't you a nurse?”

Blaine had got up to talk to the doctor who had come to check on Kurt, to let him know who he was talking to on the phone so the doctor would continue to give Kurt his privacy.

He stood in the doorway as Blaine whispered what was going on. Dr Clarke nodded and told Blaine that if Kurt did get tired eventually, don't forget to call the Nurses with the button beside the bed so they could give him some painkillers. “Yes sir,” Blaine agreed and went back to Kurt reclaiming his hand in his. He listened as Kurt was giving Carole his blessings for them to be married and then apologising for causing them both so much trouble since Burt and Carole both apologised he felt he needed to as well.  Carole was sobbing now saying how pleased she was to hear from him. He was like a second son to her too. Burt was back on the phone now.

“Can you put your boyfriend back on for a minute son?”

“D…ad,” Kurt warned.

“I just want to ask him something,”

“I'm here Mr Hummel, Kurt's got it on loud speaker,”

“Of course he has. Blaine…is it possible that I have your number?”

Blaine looked to Kurt worried and Kurt himself look frightened.

“I won't call the cops or anything on you or anything- it's just, if I really want to talk to Kurt, I have no way of reaching him…and I meant what I said Kurt, I miss you like crazy here,”

“I have a better idea,”

“Oh?”

Now everyone was awaiting for Blaine to make his speech as Kurt stared at Blaine incredibly.

“How about…you and Carole come to New York and watch us perform at Nationals?”

“You're in New York!?” Blaine couldn't tell if Burt was fuming or annoyed until he suddenly laughed “Kiddo you actually made it,” and then realised he was just overly excited

Kurt smiled “Yeah dad, I ..I'm in New York,”

“Did you meet Adele Dazeem?”

Blaine looked confused as Kurt tried not to laugh.

“I..Idina Menzel dad! No, b-but Blaine …g-got u-us ticke-tickets to watch Wicked”

“Alright…now I see why you like this kid,”

“How on earth did you manage to get to New York?” Carole asked as Kurt explained how he used his GPS and the car his dad got him for his sweet 16 to locate him the routes it took to drive all the way to New York. Overall it takes by car with a couple of hours break 10 hours to get there. He stopped in a McDonalds to sleep for half an hour, he bought a coffee and burger for the road and made it to New York with no idea what to do next. He slept in his car for a few weeks, but then one night when he went for a walk to see if he could find a local shower in a swimming pool… his car got smashed, and the leather seats were stolen. The wheels, everything was destroyed. Eventually the city of New York took his car away.

Blaine hadn't heard this part of Kurt's story and he listened in hatred of whoever did it.

“Am I invited too?” Carole asked and Kurt beamed.

“We'd love that,” Blaine admitted. “I can pay for you guys to fly over here,”

“Oh no Blaine, I think you've helped us enough, you just keep looking after my boy till I get there, and if anything happens to him-”

“I give you permission to shoot me,” Blaine finished off and Kurt glared at him.

“Wait…so does that mean you're competing against Finn? He's in New York too for that isn't he?” Burt asked Carole who was appearing thoughtful.

“What's his choir name?” Blaine asked. He didn't know about Finn being in glee.

Kurt shot him a look that read  ‘don'taskthatdon'taskthat'

“The New Directions… they're from McKinley, Mr. Schue is their chaperone,” Carole told.

 "They tied with us for Nationals..." Blaines face was unreadable as he tried to register what information was being presented in front of him. He knew McKinley sounded familiar...