Blaine wasn’t really sure how to go on from here. He had ditched school the day after the call. He couldn’t take that feeling of knowing he would more than likely be faced with people asking about Kurt and when he‘d be returning to school, so instead he had texted Puck to come over and hang out.

Puck had been upset when he heard what had happened. Blaine had broken down as he told him about the phone call. Puck had kicked over the paper basket in rage, crumbled up school notes and sheet music fell over the floor but neither of them cared.

Both sat there on Blaine’s bed silently, staring at nothing for a good amount of time, at a loss for words. Blaine still in shock and disbelief, and Puck contemplating his next words.
“This is bullshit, man! He told me that loves you. He said that everything was okay,” boomed Puck looking at Blaine with dark eyes.

“When? When did he say that? You talked to him about us?” asked Blaine frantically as he shifted to look at Puck with maniacal eyes.
“Please. Tell me everything he said.” Blaine felt a weird sensation running through him, but he didn’t dare to believe that it could be hope.

“It was just - when we were in the cab on the ride home from that biker party you fell asleep, so I just thought I’d ask how things were with you two. Then he said that he loved you and he was okay. I didn’t think anymore about it.” Puck sounded just as desperate as Blaine felt and before he knew it Puck was at his feet pacing up and down the floor.

“We could go to his house, dude. Storm into his room and demand an explanation!” Suggested Puck with big arm movements. If it had been any other day Blaine knew that he would have been cracking up with laughter from the dramatic proposal, but right now he fell down in the bed face forward burying his head into the pillow.

He screamed down into the pillow, so hard that he could feel it in his stomach, fingers and toes. He laid there until the lack of oxygen made his brain cloud over and he decided that he’d better let some air in, even though it felt pointless the way he looked at his life as it had turned out.

“I just gotta - accept and respect his decision. So he doesn’t want me anymore. I can’t force him to love me,” sighed Blaine. He wanted to look at the stars they had painted on the ceiling together, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He already felt as if a big knot had been tied around his heart; and it would only be a matter of time before it got so tight that his heart would burst, then he would fall to his knees, cracking them open from the force, before he fell to the ground; dead.

“But it’s screwed up. It shouldn’t be like this. You belong together and you know it, Blaine! Out of all the couples in high school Mike and Tina… you and Kurt have been the only ones to stick together. You are like - like whiskey and Jack Daniels. Whiskey ain’t right if it haven’t got Jack Daniels on the bottle, and you’re not right if you haven’t got Kurt and the other way around. You guys gave me hope, man!” Argued Puck, as if he thought that it was Blaine’s mind that he had to change.

Blaine couldn’t help feeling grateful for the way Puck was reacting. It was nice to know that he looked at them like that.
They had always known that Puck was a great supporter of their relationship and they had always relied on his loyalty and on his help if they were ever to need anything, but the reaction Puck had shown towards the recent events in their relationship had made Blaine’s affection for him grow further.

Blaine felt so blessed to have been able to ask Puck to come over so he wouldn’t have to sit alone with his feelings. He knew that if he had explained the matter to Coby he would have come in a second, but he wouldn’t have been able to be there the same way Puck was.

Coby was Blaine’s friend, who liked Kurt and had been social with Kurt in school and at parties - Puck was a friend of both of them and he had known Kurt since high school, even longer than Blaine had known Kurt. Blaine had actually expected Kurt to have called Puck already, but when he came over he was genuinely shocked over the news. Did that mean that Kurt was alone? Or worse; that he didn’t care?

“So - what are you gonna do now, man?” Asked Puck pushing his leg into Blaine’s lifeless arm on the bed.
“I don’t know,” said Blaine as he rose to his elbows. He looked around his room, everything he saw reminding him of Kurt. Of Kurt’s presence, of something he and Kurt had done together, of something Kurt once had said - no matter what it was, everything had some sort of connection to Kurt. They had been together for so long that he knew that it had to be inevitable.

“Let’s get drunk.” Blaine sat fully up in the bed looking at Puck who raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
“Are you serious? Don’t you have school tomorrow? I mean, I can easily work after a night out, but -” Blaine held up a hand to stop him. He was already on his feet starting to put on his jacket.

“I honestly don’t care right now. I just need to get Kurt out of my head. I know that I can’t no matter how wasted I’ll get, but at least getting drunk will make me feel like I’m not just sitting on my butt waiting for him to come back,” snapped Blaine while he looked for his wallet.

Puck smiled overbearing before he got off the bed too. Then they drove to the nearest convenient store to buy beer that they brought home to Blaine’s room where they started drinking.

They spent the entire night rolling down beer and singing along to the radio. Every time one of them was working their way onto a subject that could have relation to Kurt the other would slap him over the fingers before they would crack up laughing. By the end of the night they both fell asleep with their clothes on not even bothering to get under the covers.

*

The day after his drinking with Puck looked exactly like the next week; Blaine got out of bed, got ready for school where he would sit to himself in the back of class taking notes and keeping to himself during breaks. After school he would go to the library to do homework and then he would go home, play some piano or PlayStation and then go to bed.

He walked around feeling restless and empty inside. Usually he would spent his time with Kurt doing basically anything, or Coby and the guys hanging out doing homework or playing sports, or with Puck talking about music or football or helping him with girls.
Now he didn’t feel like hanging out, and it just felt useless to even get up in the morning. Even his mom was starting to feel that something was wrong, but he was afraid to tell her what had happened. He couldn’t stand the thought of his dad saying that he would be better off without Kurt.

At first Coby had offered him to go to his place and hang out. Coby knew that Blaine had a good relationship with his mom, so he thought that it would be good for him to go and talk to her about it, but Blaine politely declined the proposal.
After a few days Coby and the rest of the class stopped trying to get through to him. Some of the girls had offered a shoulder to cry on or just to be someone he could talk to, but he just thanked them, said no and eventually they stopped trying too.

The next week he and Puck spent some time playing ball, but after playing it half the week, neither of them were really up for it so they stopped.
Puck faithfully showed up at Blaine’s house every day after work, though. They could spent an entire evening watching TV none of them saying anything at all, but Blaine was grateful that he was there, and he had a feeling that even though he never said anything Puck was there because he knew that Blaine needed it.

Puck started sleeping over almost every night. It was much easier than going home to Lima as the music store he worked at was closer to Blaine’s house than his own.
Blaine thought that it was nice to have a friend close, and his parents didn’t find it odd at all; because in their mind Puck was the ordinary stereotypical young straight man and Blaine had a theory that his dad was starting to get more and more optimistic that he might be turning straight after all.

Blaine’s parents liked Puck, and they didn’t mind him staying over. They were nice to him; he discussed sports with Blaine’s dad at the dinner table and Blaine’s mom would offer to wash his clothes and ask him if he needed anything when she went grocery shopping.
It was great for Blaine to be able to be close with a guy without his parents being on their toes about it all the time. He had really missed being able to have a friend like that and he wished that he could express his gratitude to Puck in some way. He didn’t feel so lonely as he was afraid he would after it had happened.

*

The doorbell rang and Blaine got up from the kitchen stool. He was happy that he was home alone, because he didn’t know if he could deal with his parents after the situation that was coming. He started walking through the house to the hall so he could answer the front door thinking back on the text he had received out of nowhere earlier that day.

“Be home at 5. Burt is gonna drop off your stuff.”

The text had come from Finn. Not only did that come across odd because Blaine thought that Kurt could have just as well sent that message himself. It was just a text. But it was very strange because it had been Finn. Blaine knew Finn had a big game at college around 3 that day so he shouldn’t even be at home.

Even though he already knew who was going to be on the opposite side of the door when he opened the door it, it didn’t take the tension he was feeling away. As he saw Burt Hummel standing on his door step he felt his stomach curl up as the memory of Kurt’s words came crashing back into his mind. He wanted to smile politely but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. It felt as if his lips were cemented to a thin line on his face, so instead he just stood there staring at the man looking at him from outside the door.

“Hi Blaine. I know that this is awkward but - can I please come in? There’s something I need to tell you, and I’d rather not do it like this. I think you need to sit down to hear this.” His expression was more serious than Blaine had ever seen him, and for some reason an uneasy feeling started to fill his body. A feeling that he needed to do this, he needed to listen to what Burt had to tell him; so he stepped aside and beckoned him into his home.

Blaine showed him to the kitchen where he himself sat down but Burt declined his offer of a seat. The entire atmosphere in the room was thick and uncomfortable.
How was he supposed to act towards his ex-boyfriend’s dad?
The dad of his ex that was still burning in his chest, the ex that was still making him lie awake at night, the ex that was still keeping him from smiling even in situations where he usually would have roared with laughter. The ex he couldn’t bring himself to think of as “ex“.

“There is really no easy way to say this, so I am just gonna do it. You ain’t a stupid boy, so I know that you’ve realized that something has been going on for a long time now, that something - hasn’t been right.” He paused as he swallowed for a second and took a few steps closer. Blaine didn’t really know what to do about himself, so he just sat there and waited for him to continue. There was some sort of tingling in the back of his mind telling him that he wouldn’t like what was to come, but he couldn’t stop it. So he just waited.

“Kurt is sick. He has been for some months now. He didn’t want to tell you, because he didn’t want you to worry about him. We all kept telling him that he had to let you know, but he kept refusing because he said that it was better if you didn’t know about it. He wanted to protect you.”

Blaine felt Burt staring at him, but he didn’t move. He felt as if his stomach was curling up to a knot, and his veins felt like they were freezing up. Sick, what did that mean?
He wanted to ask, but as he opened his mouth no words came out so he closed it again when he realized how long he had been sitting with his mouth ajar.

“He’s sick? How? Is it serious?” was all he could get out after a few moments of silence lying as a thick veil over the kitchen. In his own ears his voice sounded as if it was coming from afar, almost as if he were in another room, or like he was on television and the volume was almost completely on mute.

“He’s - Kurt’s got cancer. That’s why he’s been missing school, and has had times where he hasn’t called you. He’s been going through treatments; sometimes they’re making him better, but other days he just seem to get worse.” Burt’s voice sounded as if it was gonna crack, but instead it failed him and disappeared by his last word.

Blaine sat there in his seat looking out across the room, but he couldn’t make anything out.
Everything had turned into a puddle of blurry colors blending in together. There wasn’t shapes or lines anymore, and everything lost its scent. How was he to respond to that? He felt like his entire body was paralyzed in a movement. He was certain that if there was to come a windblow and brush him off the chair he wouldn’t be able to lift his hands to break the fall. He would just fall. Facedown on the tiles of the kitchen floor.

There were so many thoughts crammed into his head, and at the same time it was as if the only thing that was there was a piercing scream tearing his brain up, whilst his body felt empty in a way he had never experienced before.

“What are you saying to me? This can’t be true. Are you sure? Are the doctors sure?” Blaine felt some sort of panic attack sneaking up on him, and he wanted to jump to his feet but he wasn’t sure that he could count on them to hold his weight. He forced his eyes to find focus but decided to stare into the counter in front of him instead. He couldn’t look at Burt right now. Kurt’s father. The man who had already lost a wife, and now had a sick son. It was too brutal.

“Blaine. I know that it’s a lot to ask but - Kurt loves you. He needs you. He needs you to hold up his head. We don’t know how much of a chance he has left, but if he doesn’t have you I’m afraid that he’s just gonna give up. The only reason he called it off with you was to protect you; but he needs to be protected himself.”

Before Blaine knew it Burt was over by his side holding a hand on his shoulder in the fatherly way he always did.
“Would you please drive home with me and try talk some sense into him? Now that you know what’s going on it shouldn’t be in your way. Of course I understand if it’s too much for you, I just - I just thought that you deserved to know what was happening, and give you the opportunity to make your own choice on whether or not you want to be a part of -”

“I’m just gonna grab my keys and we can go,” interrupted Blaine as he straightened his shirt and headed for his room where he picked up his coat and keys and hurried downstairs faster than he thought was healthy.

*

“Dad. What is Blaine doing here? I’m a mess. Besides - it’s over, we’re not together anymore. You were just supposed to drop off his stuff.” Kurt hurried to sit up in the bed and started frantically to fix his hair.
It was very clear that he wanted to seem upset by his dad bringing home his ex-boyfriend, but Blaine felt that in some way he seemed more relieved than mad.

“Now you just listen to him for a moment, okay? He has some things to say, so now I’m gonna leave you two alone.” Burt left Blaine standing in the doorway trying not to stare at Kurt. The entire situation felt extremely awkward, and he didn’t want to embarrass Kurt. He looked so tired. Blaine had never seen him like this before.

“Can I come sit?” asked Blaine hesitantly while Kurt was still trying to get a hold of his hair. He gave a little twitch as if the question had caught him off guard. When he got control over his head again he just nodded towards the end of the bed and dragged up the covers so that he was almost completely hidden.

“I know, Kurt. Your dad told me everything. I don’t know what to say about all this. It feels like there’s not anything to say, really. But - I just wish you would have told me. I would’ve stood by you every step of the way. I would’ve held your hand forever. I love you - it’s my job to worry about you.” Blaine didn’t dare to look at Kurt. He didn’t want to put him on the spot.

“Your dad came to me because he’s afraid that you’re gonna give up. Please don’t give up, Kurt. You’re stronger than that, you can beat this. I know you, and I know that you’re not a quitter. Please fight. With or without me!” Blaine had his eyes locked on Kurt’s face. He wanted so badly to make sure that Kurt understood that this wasn’t a speech just to get him back. That this was the honest to God truth.

“God Blaine, I missed you so much. I am so sorry. I didn’t want to drag you into this mess. It’s all so horrible. No one knows about this outside my family, and everything is such a blur to me.” Kurt had broken down. He hadn’t moved at all, he just stayed in the same spot with tears streaming down his pale cheeks, and his entire frame shaking like a leaf from the sobbing, so Blaine hurried to move up to sit next to him so he could put an arm around the crying boy.

“Shhh, don’t worry about it. Just say it and I won’t leave you. Then I’ll stay right here with you. We’re gonna get through this together. I promise.” He tried his best to console Kurt, but on the inside he was screaming. He couldn’t make that promise, he knew that. He didn’t know the first thing about cancer, or even how far into the sickness Kurt was.
All he was thinking about at that moment was how he wanted to have Kurt smile again, so he kissed his hair and held him close until he calmed down.

“Please don’t leave me again. This is Hell, but it was so awful to know this and not be able to tell you. God, Blaine I am so so sorry for what I’ve put you through in the last couple of months. I can’t believe you didn’t dump me for it. I’ve been so mean to you.” Kurt’s face was filled with distress as he looked at Blaine. He was paler than he used to be, almost white, and his eyes had dark rings under them. Even his hair didn’t look as shiny as it used to. It looked dry and lifeless.

“Are you serious? Sure, I thought that you were acting like a drama queen every now and then - but I could never break up with you, no matter what.” Blaine bent down to kiss Kurt on the nose before he sat up to stare at him, his face suddenly serious but insecure.

“So - does this mean that you’ll have me back? We’re boyfriends again? No more secrets?” Blaine bit his lower lip and closed his eyes for a brief second. He had to ask. He didn’t want to assume anything just to have Kurt ask him to leave and never come back - again.

“Yes. No more secrets. Boyfriends again.” The color that Kurt’s face had been lacking suddenly showed slightly in his cheeks as he put his head close to Blaine’s chest and wrapped his arms around his torso.

“And now I need to go get my dad in here so I can kill him for bringing you here while I look like one of the homeless kids from Annie.” Kurt was dead serious but Blaine couldn’t stop himself from chuckling.

“You don’t look so bad. I’ve seen you worse.” Blaine started to kid around causing Kurt to give him an elbow in the rib. Did his playful punch feel weaker than usual? Now that Blaine looked at him he could clearly see that he had lost a bit weight - or maybe he was just freaking out about the news.

They spent the rest of the day lying wrapped around each other in Kurt’s bed. They sang along with the cartoons rolling over the TV and had Carol come up with food and juice for them so they didn’t have to leave the bed.

Finn came in and explained that after Kurt had got sick he had tried keeping up with football, but lately he had felt that he needed to come home more or less every weekend and his coach was really understanding about the situation so he let him have a pass every now and then on the games.

“It’s just really great that you’re back together. Kurt has been a mess. He called me right after he had called you and I hurried home right away. He cried for two days straight. I was starting to fear that my fingers would wrinkle up - you know, like when you’re in the shower too long.” Finn told Blaine making Kurt blush and hide his face in his hands.

“I’ve really been screwed up too. I’ve spent almost all of my time with Puck. He’s almost moved into my room. It was nice to have a friend though,” explained Blaine as he started stroking Kurt’s hair to assure him that he didn’t hold anything against him.

“Yeah, about that - I think that maybe we could like… tell Puck about it all, but I don’t think we should tell anyone else. Kurt doesn’t want people to know, but I’m guessing it would be okay to let Puck know now that you know too,” said Finn in a suggestive tone.

“What do you say, honey? Could we let Puck know? I’m sure he would be really grateful to know, and he would support you so much. He was devastated when he heard about - about us, and he’s been the best friend ever these last few weeks,” said Blaine softly while trying to get Kurt to look at him. He kissed his hair and dragged him closer while waiting for an answer.

“Yeah. Of course. Puck. But then no more. It’s just - it’s just too much. I don’t want anyone to pity me,” snapped Kurt.
“And if you start mothering me I might have to kill you,” he wared with strict eyes locked on Blaine’s.

Blaine couldn’t stop noticing that Kurt had gone back to looking tired and as much as he wanted to ask him if he needed some sleep or water or fresh air he was afraid to. He’d just promised not to mother him, so he started fearing what he could even say without Kurt feeling as if he was overly concerned.

Finn sent him a look that Blaine thought was understanding - as if Finn knew exactly how he was feeling. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how Finn would have been feeling knowing this while seeing Blaine stressed out about how Kurt had been acting. He suddenly felt guilty over the way Puck had attacked him the day they had been watching football at Blaine’s place.

He didn’t even get to finish that thought before a rush of affection for Finn swam in over him. He had done all of that to protect Kurt’s secret, to not break that promise, and to make sure that Kurt felt safe. Finn had done whatever Kurt had asked him to even though he wanted to tell Blaine about it all. An urge to stand up and hug Finn rose inside Blaine but he didn’t want to let go of Kurt.
He was unusually cold to hold around, and Blaine couldn’t help thinking that he was keeping himself awake to not miss a minute with him and Finn.

When the clock was around 8 Burt went up to the room where he found Blaine, Kurt and Finn swung casually in the bed looking as if they had been placed neatly. He was standing in the door for a minute just observing them before he said anything.

“Kurt. I think you need to think about getting some sleep. We’re going to the hospital tomorrow at 9.” Burt looked much older than Blaine had ever seen him, and his entire appearance seemed burnt out as he was standing in the semi-darkness fighting to keep up a smile.

“If you want you can stay the night, Blaine. Don’t worry about it,” said Burt sending him a thanking smile across the room.
Finn turned his head to shoot a grin at Blaine before he stood up to tell them goodnight and leave for his own room.

“Actually, Blaine, if you’ve got a minute could you come downstairs for a minute?” asked Burt. Blaine agreed and they watched Burt leave the room.
Then Blaine started to get out of the bed but Kurt closed his hand strongly around his arm.

“Are you coming back? Do you wanna go home and sleep? Will you tell me if you leave?” He let the questions out so fast that Blaine doubted he had time to breathe between them and when he turned his head to look at Kurt he felt as if someone had thrown his heart on the floor.

Kurt’s eyes were wide and seemed scared. The darkness made the rings under his eyes seem much more clearer and his lips were dry and discolored. The grip he had around Blaine’s arm almost closed for blood running to his hand and his teeth were clasped together.

“I’ll call my mom and tell her I’ll stay here. Don’t worry. I’ll come back.” Blaine kissed Kurt softly on the forehead before gesturing for Kurt to release his arm.
He reluctantly let his fingers loose one by one before he dragged his hand to him under the covers. He looked so small and fragile as he was sitting there and Blaine hated that he had to go - even if it was just for a moment.

Nonetheless he did leave Kurt’s room to walk downstairs. He didn’t find Burt in the living room so he went to the kitchen where he found him sitting with Carol.
Carol gestured for him to sit down in the chair across the table, and the scenario reminded Blaine of an intervention. He looked at both of them, not really knowing what to expect from this. In reality he just wanted to hurry back to Kurt so he didn’t have to sit in his room alone.

“Listen, Blaine. We know that this is a lot to take in. We were really shocked when we got the news ourselves and for such a young man as you to get this message about your boyfriend; that must be horrible. We’ve both lost our spouses and the last thing we want is to see you in the same depression that we got hit by.” Carol reached out a hand to hold around Blaine’s on the table between them.

“We know how much you and Kurt care about each other, and we are so happy that you took it so well. We wanna see you guys stay together. It was so rough to see Kurt after he had broken it off with you, and we can’t even imagine how you must have felt.” She smiled at him and squeezed his hand before she had to wipe a tear from the corner of her eyes.

“What we’re trying to say here, son, is that; we don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. We know that this must be a big slap in the face for you, and if you don’t think you can deal with it then we -” Burt trailed off as Blaine held up his hand to stop him.

“I am sure. I am not gonna leave Kurt’s side. Ever. He would have done the same for me. He means everything to me, and I wanna support him. If I could I would carry him through it all, don’t worry about me,” assured Blaine hoping that none of them would say the word out loud. Mention what the subject of their collective concern actually was.

“Thank you. We can’t thank you enough. It’s been a long time since Kurt has looked so energetic, not to mention him smiling. Finn has been a great support to him, but we all knew that he was needing you. He knew that too, but he didn’t say it. No one mentioned your name at all because we were afraid that he was gonna crack completely.” Burt looked away to avoid eye contact.

“The second you stepped back into the house tonight it was like a cloud of darkness lifted from our home. It was a relief. We just wanted to - to let you know that if you ever need anything just let us know,” said Carol squeezing his hand one last time before she got up from her chair.

“Kurt needs to sleep now. He’s going to the hospital for some tests tomorrow. Are you staying the night, honey?” she asked smiling at Blaine. She was clearly trying to lift her mood a bit but Blaine made a quick decision in his mind.

He got up from his chair too and walked around the table to embrace Carol.
“Thank you, Carol. Thank you so much both of you. Kurt is lucky to have you,” said Blaine before he let go of her. He and Burt nodded at each other before he left the kitchen to go back upstairs to Kurt.

Kurt was asleep so Blaine almost didn’t dare to get back into the bed, so he spent a good long time in the bathroom brushing his teeth and changing to his pajamas before he finally took the leap and crawled in to lie next to Kurt.

“You came back? You were gone for so long,” whimpered Kurt through the darkness with his voice trembling.
“Shhh, I’m right here, just go back to sleep,” said Blaine as he wrapped his arms around Kurt to drag him closer. He was even colder now and Blaine considered trying to find some blankets but he didn’t want to worry Kurt by leaving him again.

“Baby, are you cold? You feel cold. I could get some blankets,” suggested Blaine quietly afraid that Kurt had already gone back to sleep.
“Just a little bit.” He sounded as if he was right on the spot between being awake and asleep and Blaine almost regretted that he had said anything, but he was quickly out of bed and hurried to Finn’s room to get some blankets.

Finn was lying on his bed playing videogames as Blaine entered his room.
“Hey, uhm - could I get some blankets? Kurt is really cold and I don’t want him to get sick.” He felt a pit in his stomach as he said the last sentence and had to swallow when he put it together in his head. Finn didn’t seem to put more into the words and was off the bed in a quick movement finding a pile of blankets in the cabinet above his closet.

“I’m really glad you’re back, man. Kurt was crushed without you, I’ve never seen him like that,” said Finn as he handed Blaine the blankets.
Blaine didn’t really know what to say. He couldn’t stand hearing about how Kurt had been when they were apart, it was too painful. Instead he just smiled gratefully at Finn and hoped that he would pick up on it.

“By the way, will you ask Puck to come over tomorrow? I think we’d better tell him as soon as possible,” said Finn awkwardly as he scratched his neck in a fashion that showed how weird he was about the situation.

“Yeah. I’ll do that. I - they keep saying that Kurt is going to the hospital tomorrow. Is it very bad? Is he gonna hurt?” asked Blaine hesitantly letting a pained expression cross his face. He had heard enough about Kurt’s pain for a lifetime, but he had to know. He didn’t know if Kurt would want him to go with him to the hospital, and he wasn’t sure that he was going to tell him about it if he asked. So he thought that he would ask Finn because he very likely would know the details.

“Naah, it’s not so bad. They’re just gonna run some tests. Take some blood and stuff. Ask him how he’s been since the last time he was in for a check. It’s not much really,” Finn tried to calm him down.

“Thanks. I’m gonna go back. I don’t think he was feeling well, so I don’t wanna stay away too long. But, Finn, thank you. Really. You’re such a good brother to him.” Blaine fist bumped Finn before he left his room to get back to Kurt.

Blaine hurried to wrap a few blankets around Kurt, but was worried that if he put too many over him it would be too heavy. He slid back under the covers hoping that Kurt was sleeping again.

He didn’t really find out if he was but the second Blaine’s arm was around his waist Kurt turned to fold his arm around Blaine’s torso and place his head at his shoulder.
Blaine didn’t sleep much that night; all he could do was worry if Kurt was too hot or too cold, or if he was sleeping too uncomfortable.

All of his past concerns had disappeared but been replaced by twice as many new ones. There was so many unanswered questions, so many things that he didn’t dare to even think about.
He shook his head as if it would let the thoughts fall into place but they didn’t. Instead he just let his hand caress up and down Kurt’s shoulder, while burying his nose in his hair. It smelled as lovely as always, and yet it was like it didn’t. Or maybe that was just something he was imagining.