Kurt awoke the following morning, taking a while before he realised where he was and that there was a handing carding softly through his hair. He blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust to the light that was creping in through the curtains.

"Morning," Blaine whispered, his hand still stroking gently through Kurt's hair, scratching slightly at the pieces he had clipped only yesterday.

"Morning," Kurt replied just as softly as he turned his head up to smile at Blaine. His head was still resting on Blaine's chest, rising and falling with every breath he took, Kurt found the soft thud of his heart beat soothing.

"How are you feeling today?" Kurt sighed, turning to lie on his back, his head still resting on Blaine's chest and Blaine's hand now brushing his hair from his forehead.

"I think I'm still in shock. Everything happened so fast yesterday, I mean one minute you were cutting my hair and the next I was sitting at my Dad's bedside in hospital. And then last night...," he trailed off, "I'm so sorry Blaine, I'm sorry that I put you in that position,"

"I told you last night Kurt, you don't need to apologise. You were upset, it's ok," Blaine spoke quietly, still running his hand through Kurt's hair, trying to calm him down, "Just forget about it ok, it's fine," Kurt could hear the soft smile in Blaine's voice and nodded.

"Thank you for coming with me,"

"I wouldn't have let you come alone Kurt,"

"I know, but thank you. You dropped everything for me, you don't even have a change of clothes," he felt Blaine shrug underneath him.

"You would have done the same for me," Kurt nodded, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes that were starting to fill with tears again.

"Hey," Blaine spoke softly, "Hey what's wrong?" he asked as he gently sat up and pulled Kurt into a hug. Kurt couldn't bring himself to speak, all he could do was shake his head as he cried harder into Blaine's shoulder. Blaine tightened his grip around Kurt, one hand rubbing up and down his back and the other cupped around the back of head, fingers moving softly through Kurt's hair.

"I know Kurt," he whispered, placing a soft kiss to the top of Kurt's head, "I know, it's ok, I'm here," Blaine sat with Kurt and let him cry out his exhaustion, his confusion, his frustration and every other emotion that began to surface. It was another fifteen minutes before Kurt pulled away from Blaine's chest.

"Thank you," Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's forehead.

"Anytime," Kurt just smiled back at him, his eyes still shinning with tears, but they had stopped flowing down his cheek for the moment, "Now why don't you go and get in the shower and I'll start breakfast?" Kurt nodded as he placed a soft kiss to Blaine's lips before silently moving into his bathroom. Blaine waited until he heard to water turn on before he made his way down stair to make eggs on toast.

"Mmm, something smells good," Kurt exclaimed as he made his way into the kitchen, moving behind Blaine, who was standing at the stove, and wrapping his arms around his waist before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Good shower?" Blaine grinned, turning his head to meet Blaine's eyes.

"Mmm," Kurt hummed in confirmation.

"Good, because breakfast is ready," Kurt reluctantly released his hold on Blaine and moved so Blaine could slide the scrambled eggs onto each of their plates. They sat down opposite each other at the kitchen table and dug into their food. A few minutes in to breakfast Kurt noticed that Blaine kept squinting and shaking his head lightly, which was then followed by him rubbing at his eyes.

"Hey, are you ok Blaine?" Kurt asked as he reached over and grabbed one of Blaine's wrists, gently pulling it away from where he was again rubbing at his eye, "What's wrong?"

"We left in such a rush yesterday that I didn't bring my contacts. I thought I had my glasses in my bag, but I must have taken them out and forgotten to put them back in. I can still kind of see ok, but because my eyes keep trying to focus themselves, it's starting to give me a headache," Kurt nodded.

"Ok, you go and have a quick shower and then we'll head down to the drugstore to pick up the prescription you need, and we can stop by a couple of stores to if you like, you may want more than one change of clothes," Kurt smiled softly at Blaine.

"What time are your Dad and Carole due home?"

"Not until this afternoon, by the time they discharge Dad. I'll put their bed sheets on to wash while we're out and I can change them when we get back," Blaine nodded as he stood to collect up the dirty dishes, "Don't you dare Blaine Anderson," Kurt spoke as he quickly moved the plates from Blaine's reach, you go and shower and I'll clean these, you've already done enough for me to last a lifetime," Kurt smiled at Blaine as they both leaned over the table to give each other a quick kiss, "Now go and shower," Blaine grinned as he turned and made his way back upstairs and into Kurt's bathroom.

Thirty minutes later and they were both emerging from the drugstore down the street, making their way back to Kurt's car so Blaine could put his contacts in. He'd text Wes earlier and asked him to overnight his glasses to Kurt's place because Blaine hated wearing contacts at night. He'd prefer to wear glasses all the time, but he found it hard to keep pushing his glasses back up his nose when his hands wear either covered in dye or little bits of cut hair. Once Blaine had put his contacts in Kurt drove them both to the mall next door and Blaine stopped in to get a few new shirts and some boxer briefs.

"Anything else you need to get?" Kurt asked as they exited another shop. Blaine just shook his head.

"No, if I'm missing anything I'm sure I can steal something of yours," he grinned at Kurt, "Ok let's go home," Kurt froze for a split second, before a huge grin made its way across his face, Blaine had said ‘home' Kurt like the way it sounded. It was where he wanted to be, home with Blaine. His moment of pause only lasted a second and soon he was falling back into step with Blaine, taking hold of his free had and giving it a squeeze.

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"Kurt? Kurt honey, are you home?" Kurt shot out of the kitchen at the sound of the front door opening and Carole's voice filling the house.

"Hey Dad," Kurt smiled as he helped his Dad cross the threshold. He didn't let go of his arm until he had him settled in his favourite recliner, "How are you feeling?"

"Better than yesterday that's for sure"

"Did they find out what happened?" Burt nodded and gestured for Carole to cover the details.

"Your Dad collapsed due to low sodium levels. It's nothing major, but it just means that he's going to have to monitor his fluid intake for a while. He needs to cut make on everything liquid so his sodium levels will build up again," Kurt nodded.

"But you're feeling ok now Dad,"

"Kurt stop your worrying, you'll go grey before me," Burt chuckled, he looked up from his son to see Blaine standing quietly in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, "And you must be Blaine, you're looking a little more awake than the last time I saw you," Burt smiled as Blaine's cheeks began to pink.

"It's nice to meet you Mr Hummel, and I'm glad that you're feeling better," Blaine moved to shake Burt's hand before sitting back on the couch. Kurt was still kneeling at his Dad's side, almost as though he would be ready to catch him if Burt collapsed again.

"Please, call me Burt. You're dating my son, you're allowed to call me by my first name," Blaine just nodded, "And Kurt, you don't need to sit this close to me, I'll be fine, I promise I'm not going to fall out of my chair anytime soon. Go and sit next to Blaine, he looks like a nervous wreck over there,"

"Leave him alone Dad," Kurt laughed softly as he sat next to Blaine, smiling to himself when Blaine's hand automatically moved to rest on his knee.

"You're right Kurt," Burt smiled, "I should be thanking you Blaine, thank you for looking after my son yesterday and last night. I'm glad that he wasn't alone," Blaine nodded.

"There was no way that I would have left him by himself Burt," Blaine replied as he looked at Kurt and squeezed his knee.

"I'm glad that he has someone like you to look after him,"

"I'm glad I have him to Dad," Kurt moved his hand to rest on top of Blaine's.

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Two hours later saw Carole, Burt, Finn, Kurt and Blaine all sitting in the living room eating dinner, Finn had come over to see how Burt was doing and had stayed, the TV was on in the background, but there was too much talk going on for anyone to be paying attention to it.

"I was meaning to tell you yesterday Kurt, but with all the commotion I forgot to, but I wanted to say that you're looking really good. I like your haircut, it really brings out your eyes," Kurt smiled at Blaine as he reached over to squeeze his hand.

"Thank you Carole, but it's Blaine here you should be complementing, he cut it for me,"

"Yes, I remember you telling me that Blaine was a hairdresser. How long have you been doing that Blaine?" Carole asked, genuinely interesting, it took Blaine by surprise to have someone want to know about his career.

"Um, well I kind of fell into it to tell you the truth Carole. My hair was always such a pain to deal with so I decided that I wanted to do something to help other people like myself. I went straight into classes after high school and graduated when I was twenty one and I've been doing it ever since. I could picture myself doing anything else now," Carole smiled at Blaine.

"And what do your parents think? They must be proud of how successful you've become, Kurt was telling us that your one of the top ranked stylists in the state," Kurt felt Blaine stiffen slightly next to him as Blaine searched for words.

"Um, my parents don't fully support me with my career choice. My father is an accountant and they always wanted me to follow in his footsteps. But I guess that when I came out to them when I was fourteen, they didn't approve and I've basically been disappointing them ever since," Blaine finished with  slow nod. The room was silent for a few moments.

"You mean, you're parents don't accept you for being gay?" Burt asked, his voice full of concern.

"No," Blaine shook his head, "They think it's a disgusting phase I'm going through. My father hasn't spoken to me for more than half an hour since I was eighteen and my mother comes to me to get her hair done every six weeks, but she makes no acknowledgement that I'm her son, she only comes because realises how good I am and appearances are important to her. I'm not allowed to speak to her when she's in the salon,"

"That's disgusting," Burt's voice has gone from concerned to appalled, "How can they treat their son like that, treat you like that?"

"Burt please, it's ok. I've accepted the fact that they don't want to be associated with me and I have a supportive roommate and now I have Kurt. I'm ok," Blaine reassured Burt, trying to keep him calm to stop him from overexerting himself. Kurt flashed Burt a glare with his eyes, telling him to drop the subject, Blaine had gone quiet and his grip on Kurt's hand had tightened considerably. Every sank back into silence and turned their attention to the TV.

It wasn't long before Finn left to go home and Carole went into the kitchen to fix Burt up his medicine for the night. Kurt moved so he was lying across the couch with his legs in Blaine's lap, their hands were still joined and Blaine's free hands was tracing shapes onto Kurt's shins. Kurt looked up at Blaine as he felt his hand movements start to slow.

"You ok?" he asked softly, squeezing Blaine's hand to get his attention.

"Just another headache, I don't think these are the right contacts,"

"Go and take them out and I'll get you some aspirin," Blaine nodded a thanks at Kurt as he went back up to their room and removed his contacts, he made his way back down into the living room where Kurt had set out the pills for him with a glass of water, "Come here," Kurt moved so that Blaine could lie down between him and the couch after he'd taken the painkillers. Blaine hummed in approval as he lay down, resting his head on Kurt' chest and wrapping his arm Kurt's waist, almost immediately falling asleep. Kurt smiled down at Blaine when his breathing had levelled out, he placed a kiss to the top of head and began running his fingers through Blaine's hair, much like Blaine had done for him that morning.

"You've found a keeper there Kurt," Burt commented after watching his son care for Blaine.

"Hmm?" Kurt hummed, turning to face his Dad, his hand still carding through Blaine's hair.

"Guys like Blaine don't come around that often Kurt,"

"What do you mean Dad?"

"I mean, how many other men do you know who would drop everything to get you back here. He didn't pack a bag, he didn't even think about himself. All he thought about was getting you back to me. That's a pretty rare trait these days," Kurt nodded, looking down at his sleeping boyfriend. He smiled softly when Blaine began to nuzzle his nose into Kurt's chest, moving so his head was tucked under Kurt's arm, he sighed when he had finished moving around, causing Kurt to press another kiss to his hair.

"I know Dad. I don't know what I did to deserve him," Burt just shook his head.

"Not true Kurt, you've always deserved someone like Blaine, you just never believed that you did so you always just settled. My heart broke the day you called me and told me that you'd broken up with Jackson, but not because I was sad that the relationship was over, I was sad because you were telling me that you'd never find anyone better than him. I've always known you find better Kurt, you just had to see that for yourself, and now with Blaine, I've never seen you happier,"

"Thanks Dad, I'm glad you like him," Burt smiled at his son.

"I really do kid, I really do, I'd like to break his father's neck though," Kurt nodded.

"You and me both, I think Blaine would like to do the same to Jackson," Burt chuckled lightly, "But Blaine amazes me every day with how positive and caring and kind he is considering who he was raised by. He still hasn't told his parents about us because he doesn't want me to be exposed to the same kind of hate that he was," Burt nodded.

"He's a good kid, that's for sure. Does he have any siblings?" Kurt nodded.

"An older brother, but I haven't met him. He lives in California and he's a bit older than Blaine. I think he moved out of home when Blaine was only eight, so he never really understood how badly his parents treated him. The only one who has ever supported his career choice was his grandmother, but she passed away two years ago,"

"Well, I'm glad that you two found each other," Kurt nodded as he pressed yet another kiss into Blaine's hair, smiling when Blaine sighed in his sleep again.

"Me too Dad, me too,".