Kurt snapped the third time that Blaine sat upright, dumping him onto the bed and listening intently.

"Why can you not stay still?" He demanded, glaring at Blaine.

Blaine froze, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Blaine, there is nothing wrong with her. She's just sleeping." Kurt sighed.

"But she was making noises." Blaine said sheepishly, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Sleep noises Blaine."

"But-"

"Fine, whatever. I don't care anymore. But I swear, if you drop me onto the mattress one more time..." Kurt let his voice trail off, smiling at Blaine before gingerly lying down again, curling onto his side.

Blaine glanced at Hepsibah with wide eyes, before carefully lying down behind Kurt, cuddling up to his back.

"Sorry." He whispered, curling an arm around Kurt's waist, his fingers gently traced the scar. Kurt hissed at the feeling. "Is it still sore?" Blaine asked, moving his hand up Kurt's body to his stomach, where he couldn't hurt him.

"A little." Kurt admitted, rolling until he could see Blaine.

Holding his gaze, Blaine pulled his shirt up until the scar was exposed, leaning down to kiss it carefully, with barely any pressure.

"Sorry." He whispered again.

Kurt smiled sleepily, dragging a hand through Blaine's hair.

"I'll forgive you if you lie down and go to sleep." He bargained with a yawn.

Blaine smiled and cuddled into Kurt again. "You'd forgive me anyway. I am the father of your baby."

"Our baby." Kurt grinned, wrapping his arms around Blaine before letting his eyes close.

^.^

Of course, that was not the last time Blaine woke up that night – he just managed to do it a lot quieter. By morning, he was sleep deprived and groggy, while Kurt was actually happy and ready to do physio.

"Blaine up. I want up."

Kurt hadn't left the bed in over two and a half weeks.

Blaine yawned. "I don't think that's safe."

Kurt wiggled, flicking his legs. "They move. I want up."

Blaine laughed, shaking his head. "I'll go talk to a nurse..."

Kurt suddenly froze. "Blaine...Madeline hasn't cried...is she...is she okay?"

Blaine smirked. "She's sleeping. I woke up and took her into the hallway at about five this morning...she's fine."

Kurt sighed in relief. "I thought I told you to go to sleep...?"

Blaine smirked. "Yeah. Like that was going to happen."

Kurt reached out to the cot with grabby hands, shooting a pleading look at Blaine. "Can I have her please?"

Blaine grinned and gently lifted her out of the cot without waking her, placing her in Kurt's arms. Kurt cooed happily and Blaine gave him a kiss before he headed out of the room.

Kurt ghosted his fingers over her fine, delicate features – her long lashes which were so much like Blaine's, her strong cheekbones and her pointed chin. He smiled, his thumb suddenly trapped by her fingers.

Blaine was back a few minutes later with a nurse in tow – it was their regular – Jackie – and she beamed at Kurt, pushing a wheelchair.

"Time to get you walking!" she grinned.

Kurt looked a little conflicted. "Yay?" he frowned. "Blaine...I don't want you there."

"What?"

"I'm going to be in pain and you're not going to like it. And also, it's like that time we decided to join the gym together and then it got awkward..."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Kurt, I watched you go through nine months of carrying a baby. I've seen worse."

"Gee. Thanks. But seriously. You're not going to be in the same room when I'm struggling to walk because it feels like my insides are going to fall out of my stomach."

"Not to mention the fact that your muscles have probably seized up." Jackie responded helpfully.

"Exactly." Kurt nodded.

"Can I at least take Hepsibah?"

"Madeline." Kurt growled. "And no. She's my motivation."

Blaine looked at a loss. "So...what can I do for the next..."

"Five hours?" Jackie smiled.

Kurt paled. "Five hours?"

"Two hours of excercises. An hour long rest, and two hours of walking – plus meals and massage therapy, so you've probably got about six hours to play with."

"Ugh..." Kurt muttered, and Blaine stroked his hand.

"What am I going to do?" Blaine asked again.

Kurt shrugged. "Go do everything you haven't been for the past two and a half weeks."

"While you decide, could you step out for a few minutes?" Jackie asked. "And take Madeline with you?"

"Why...?"

She bit her lip. "I've got to unhook him from some of the more...intimate...machines, as well as the normal ones."

Blaine's eyes widened and Kurt blushed. "Oh."

Kurt handed Madeline over without a fuss and Blaine sighed as he stepped out the door. "I'm going to take her to the nursery for a feed..."

"Good idea." Jackie nodded. "By the time you get back, I'll have Kurt in the wheelchair."

^.^

As promised, when Blaine walked back through the door, Kurt was sitting in the wheelchair. He looked uncomfortable and pained, but he was out of the bed.

Jackie looked proud and Blaine placed Hepsibah into Kurt's arms, who took her happily.

"Okay, I'll have him back in bed by around two, so you can come back then." Jackie said, and Blaine kissed Kurt gently.

"Good luck." He grinned, before kissing Hepsibah on the nose and stepping back.

"Thanks. Love you."

Jackie beamed and wheeled Kurt's chair out of the room and down the hallway, leaving Blaine alone in the room. He gave a small sigh and sat on the bed for a moment, before getting up again.

He was restless and already lonely.

So he made the bed – straightened the flowers and tidied their room for an hour, before his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Blaine!" Rachel's bouncy, happy voice made him grin.

"Hello Rachel."

"How's Kurt?"

"In physio..."

"Ew...how long is he going to be there? Can we come over?"

"Uhh...he'll be in there until two...and then he'll be sore and cranky...so I don't recommend it."

Rachel laughed. "Fine. We'll come visit later."

She hung up abruptly and Blaine sighed.

He might as well go home.

^.^

Blaine ended up back at the hospital four hours later, having already wandered around the house for a couple of hours before realising he missed the hospital. He'd stopped by the shops to get some formula for Hepsibah - like they'd been told to do, but now there was nothing to do. He was lonely and sad and bored.

So now, with an hour to go, he lay on Kurt's bed, stretched out fully and lazily moving around.

The door opening surprised him, and he sat up.

Kurt was being wheeled in, clutching Hepsibah and looking like absolute shit.

"Kurt?"

He looked up, and gave a small sigh. Jackie gave him a sympathetic pat.

"It was a little too much for him today."

Blaine nodded in understanding and immediately took Hepsibah from him, placing her in the cot. Together, he and Jackie helped Kurt up from the wheelchair and into the bed. Immediately, he folded in on himself and clutched his stomach, curling away from them.

"Is he okay?" Blaine whispered.

Jackie nodded with a little sigh. "He's not in danger of ripping his stitches – we definitely tested that today – but he's in a bit of pain, from both the stiffness of his muscles and from the stitches. He'll be right though. He's just got to power through it."

Blaine nodded, biting his lip.

"Does Hepsibah help?"

"Madeline!" Kurt's mumbled response made him smile.

Jackie grinned and nodded. "A lot. He pushes himself for her."

Blaine smiled fondly and walked to her cot, brushing a gentle hand over her curls.

"I'll be back in the morning, same time, for another round of physio."

Kurt whimpered from the bed.

"Thanks...see you tomorrow."

Jackie nodded and left the room, and Blaine sighed.

"You okay?"

Kurt nodded feebly and curled more, sighing heavily.

"Do you want Madeline?"

"No." Kurt said, pulling the blanket's tighter around himself. "Please, just...no."

Blaine was a little taken aback. Kurt had never turned down holding Hepsibah... Hesitantly, he tried one last time.

"Can I come onto the bed?"

Kurt nodded again and Blaine crawled on, gingerly fitting around him and pulling him into his arms.

"It hurt." Kurt said simply.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And it wasn't just that. It was...I was powerless. I couldn't even get my own legs to hold me up. It's...scary..." he whispered, burying his face into Blaine's chest. "Not to mention it hurts."

Blaine pulled him closer, kissing his forehead. "Can you walk now though?"

"I'd rather not."

"How are you going to pee? They took the...thing...out..."

Kurt flushed crimson again. "I'll go to sleep and I won't need to go until morning...and by then, my legs will have stopped hurting. And anyway, I don't want to talk about this." He yawned, snuggling closer to Blaine. "Sleep now."

Blaine smiled and went quiet, gently stroking his hair until Kurt spoke again.

"What did you end up doing today?"

"Nothing."

"Seriously?"

Blaine nodded. "I went home, checked on the house, got bored and came back." He sighed, kissing the top of his head again. "I missed you."

Kurt smiled, half-lidded and drowsy. "Missed you too."

"Go to sleep."

"Okay."