When Blaine had finally emerged from the shower he had insisted on sleeping in the spare room and no amount of arguing on Kurt's part had been able to persuade him otherwise. Kurt had watched sadly as Blaine had shuffled off, eyes downcast, muttering something about hurting the ones you love.

Kurt had then lain awake the rest of the night, staring at the ceiling, resisting the urge to go and be with his boyfriend. He knew that Blaine needed him but he wasn't sure that Blaine knew that and the last thing he wanted to do was push him away further.

When light started to filter in through the curtains Kurt managed to keep himself in bed until his clock read 6.00am before finally jumping up to take a shower. It was still tricky trying not to get the bandage on his leg wet but he was determined that he wouldn't ask for help. Now he was out of the hospital he was focused on getting better so that he could be there for Blaine as much as he needed him to be.

He opened his closet doors and allowed himself a small smile at the familiar comfort of all the fabulous clothes hanging there. Aware that he still needed to be dressing for comfort and not necessarily fashion, he picked out an outfit that managed to fit both criteria and hurriedly dressed. Running a comb through his hair and applying the minimal amount of gel needed to make it look presentable he left his room as quickly as his injured leg would allow and made his way down the hall to the guest room.

His heart sank a little when he saw that the door was ajar and there was no sign of Blaine. In fact the bed didn't look slept in at all. Kurt managed to calm the panic in his heart with a reminder of how meticulous Blaine could be about his surroundings. He probably made the bed neatly as soon as he'd woken up. That didn't explain where he was now though and why he hadn't looked in on Kurt before heading anywhere.

Kurt spun around to head downstairs and almost ran into Finn.

"Whoa dude are you okay?" Finn held a steadying hand out to him and Kurt took it gratefully.

"Yeah, have you seen Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"He's in the kitchen" Finn nodded his head in the direction of the stairs.

"Oh thank god" Kurt slumped slightly in relief.

"You didn't think he'd ran out on you did you?" Finn asked leading the way to the staircase, neither boy mentioned that he still had a hold of Kurt.

"No of course not" Kurt scoffed and also ignored the raised eyebrow that Finn shot his way. "I just...I'm worried about him I guess" he admitted finally.

"Yeah I get that" Finn helped Kurt navigate the stairs and the two of them entered the kitchen together.

Even though it was still quite early everyone else was already there. Kurt knew he wasn't the only one glad that the night was over, everyone looked bleary eyed from lack of sleep. Not least of all Blaine.

Kurt still couldn't help the wave of revulsion he felt when he saw what those men had done to Blaine's face. Although all of it would heal eventually it was still upsetting to see such brutality written across the face of such a gentle boy. It only served to remind him of all the unseen injuries that the other boy was dealing with, both physical and emotional.

Blaine had a plate in front of him that was loaded with bacon and eggs, he was looking down at it as though it was about to leap off the plate and attack him.

"Morning boys" Burt said as he dished out some of the food onto his own plate. Kurt chose not to say anything about the unhealthy choice for once.

Kurt grabbed his phone from the worktop where it had been charging overnight and turned it on as he sat down next to Blaine. Kurt grimaced at the amount of messages and missed calls that came up on his display. He opened the first one from Mercedes.

I know, please call me.

He was aware of the fact that Blaine was also looking at his phone but when Kurt turned to look at him he quickly averted his eyes. Kurt sighed and put the phone down, it could wait till later.

"Does anyone want some toast?"Carole asked from her place at the counter where she was spreading butter over several slices of toast.

"Yes please Carole" Kurt said looking down at Blaine's hands. He had put his knife and fork down and was instead picking at one of the scabs on his left hand.

"Don't do that Blaine, you'll make it bleed" he gently put his own hand over Blaine's and pulled it away. Carole placed the toast on his plate.

"What about you Blaine, do you want some?" Kurt asked biting down on the piece he'd just picked up.

"No thanks" Blaine almost whispered the words.

"How did you sleep?" Carole asked sitting down across from them. Blaine shot Kurt a guilty look before shrugging.

Kurt looked around the table and could see the concerned looks everyone was giving Blaine, but he was oblivious and instead picked his fork up and moved the eggs on his plate around a bit more.

"You look like you might have a temperature" Kurt said placing his hand on his boyfriend's forehead, careful not to press on the still sore looking wound there. Blaine still flinched away with a hiss though. "Have you been taking your meds?"

"Yes" Blaine answered shortly.

"It's just I haven't seen you take any and I've been with you practically the whole time" Kurt explained.

"Well I took them okay" Blaine seemed a little bit annoyed now and Kurt didn't want to risk upsetting him so he let the subject drop.

This was the sort of breakfast Kurt normally avoided but this morning he had to admit that he was finding it delicious. He eagerly put some more of the eggs into his mouth and rolled his eyes in delight.

"This tastes really good Carole" Kurt complimented his step-mother.

"Actually your father cooked them" Carole admitted with a small smile.

"Before you start Kurt, I know this isn't the healthiest breakfast but I thought we all deserved something fattening this morning. Sometimes it's good to let loose and enjoy yourself a little" Burt defended himself. Kurt couldn't help the small smile that came to his lips when he noticed his dad pull his own plate a little closer as though he was worried Kurt might snatch it away from him.

"I couldn't agree more" Kurt told him and Burt widened his eyes in amazement. Kurt had made sure his dad followed a strict diet since his heart attack, but really what was the point in living a long life if you couldn't enjoy anything. That's not to say Kurt was going to let this become a regular occurrence, but once in a while couldn't really hurt.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying the artery clogging breakfast, apart from Blaine of course. He continued to push the food around his plate and Kurt had yet to see him put a single bite in his mouth.

"Don't you like it Blaine?" Carole asked, obviously Kurt wasn't the only one who'd noticed Blaine's lack of appetite.

"No it's fine, I'm just not that hungry" Blaine answered. Kurt hated how lifeless Blaine's voice sounded. He was usually so excited about everything, so enthusiastic, hearing him like this broke Kurt's heart a little bit more.

"Come on Blaine" Kurt said scooping some eggs up onto his own fork and offering them to Blaine. "They're so good, try some just for me". He aimed the fork at Blaine's mouth but before it could reach his lips Blaine knocked it from his grasp, egg flying everywhere.

"I'm not a fucking baby" Blaine growled leaping to his feet.

Kurt winced as the fork clattered onto the table and stared at Blaine in shock.

Blaine stared back and Kurt saw the moment the anger left his eyes to be replaced by guilt and fear.

"I'm sorry Kurt, I just..."he tried to apologise and Kurt could see his eyes filling up with tears.

Kurt reached his hand out to Blaine but the other boy took one look at it before rushing from the room.

Kurt was instantly on his feet about to follow his boyfriend. He needed to tell him it was okay, that there was nothing to forgive but before he could Burt put out a hand to stop him.

"Let me Kurt" he said and Kurt sat back down and watched as his father followed his boyfriend from the room.

Kurt pushed his plate away, the congealing pile of grease on his plate no longer held any appeal for him.

"What do I do now?" Kurt asked.

"Just wait Kurt, let your dad do what he does best" Carole answered and Kurt allowed himself to relax a little because he knew she was right. His dad was a master at fixing things, no matter how broken they might be.