A few days later him and Kurt were being released. They both had to go their separate ways though. Blaine manuevered to the wheel chair that Kurt was sitting in waiting to leave. He knelt down beside him and took his hand. He looked around and noticed they were alone and took the chance to address the person in his place.

“Kurt?” he asked. The hazel eyes turned to him with fear in them. He bit his bottom lip and rubbed his thumb over the knuckles.

“Don't say my name...just in case they come back,” he said. Blaine nodded and sighed.

“What are we going to do?” Blaine asked.

“I don't know...we'll talk about it another time. I just...I'm scared to go back to your house. I'm not afraid of anybody I'm just...worried. Nobody would believe us if we said we had switched bodies...they'd put us in the looney bin before they listen!”

“I know...look...go home and get settled in. I need to settle in myself. We'll talk about this later.”

“Sounds good...I love you Blaine...I'm so sorry about the other night and our fight. I shouldn't have gotten so upset,” Kurt said.

“It's okay. I forgive you. I'm sorry too.”

“Then, are we okay?”

“Of course,” Blaine replied smiling. Blaine moved up to kiss Kurt. He pulled away laughing and Kurt looked at him confused.

“What the hell is so funny?”

“I just...kissed myself...” he said scowling. Kurt's good arm swatted him lightly and he moved away.

“Watch the hair,” Blaine said sticking his tongue out.

“I will mess with you and your things if you keep it up,” Kurt said. Blaine laughed and leaned down to kiss him once more. Just then his parents, now Kurt's until they fixed this mess, walked in and his father started to wheel him away. He waved bye to him and walked out to meet Carole and Burt, his dad for now.

“Are you okay?” Carole asked.

“Yeah...just worried about him. His mom may take care of him but his dad probably won't,” he replied sadly. She watched them walking away and then they made their way out of the hospital. The ride to Kurt's house was silent. He looked out the window at the passing scenery. Everything in Lima had been spared. They had a small tornado move through but nothing like what they had endured. They were lucky to be alive. He had found out a few of his neighbors had perished in the wake of the tornado. Thinking him and Kurt could have been in that number scared him.

“Kurt? Kurt?”

He looked up to see Burt turned around to him with concern etched on his face. He shook his head and looked out to see they were in the driveway.

“Are you okay?” Carole asked worried.

“Just...thinking. This area was spared and if I had Blaine bring me back home that night...we might have avoided the hospital and the injuries...or he could be dead. It's just...I can't wrap my head around it,” he replied.

“Sweetheart...you and Blaine were very lucky. Don't think about that now though. You're both alive and safe. He'll need time to heal but he'll be okay.”

“I hope so...”

“I'm sure he will be.”

They made their way into the house. He knew exactly where to go and excused himself to his new room. He walked into the plain white room with all the decorations and knick knacks Kurt had put around the room. He moved to look at the shelves that held pictures of him and Kurt. He smiled at the memories and saw that years prom photo next to last years.

He walked some more and saw the photo of Kurt's mother and him. She was holding him as he was giggling and the sun was shining behind them. Elizabeth's blue eyes and bright smile had definitely passed on to Kurt. Blaine smiled at the photo and moved to Kurt's nightstand. On it sat an envelope addressed to him. He picked it up and saw the NYADA logo and sat on the bed. Kurt's letter was in and he wasn't even able to open it up. He set it down knowing he would need to call him later.

He went through Kurt's closet and didn't know what the hell he was going to do. He dressed how he wanted and Kurt had his own style. He'd have to have Kurt school him with his wardrobe. Then he saw the bag with all of Kurt's moisturizers for his face that he used every night. He was screwed. He looked at some of the bottles and shook his head.

He moved back out into the bedroom and found Kurt's laptop. He turned it on but it needed the password to log on. Luckily, he knew the password that was needed. He didn't know any of Kurt's passwords but decided he'd visit him and take it so he could get to his stuff. He put the laptop in a bag and and the NYADA letter with it.

“Hey, kid,” Burt said. Blaine turned around surprised and sighed.

“Are you going to open it?” Burt asked.

“Um...I want to be with Blaine when I do...well, I at least want him there when I do. I want to visit him...”

“It might be a while. Their house was completely destroyed. Everything was lost. His father bought a house about forty minutes away and once he's cleared to fly he's taking him to London. He said he would send him to Dalton but the school was wiped out. They need to rebuild. Westerville is almost gone,” Burt said. He collapsed on the bed and realized he was crying. Everything he had was gone...all of their important family items, his stuff, and even his old school...it was all gone.

“Are you okay? You don't look too good...there's not need to cry now either. You're both safe and okay,” Burt said as he sat down beside him.

“I need to see him...”

“I can call his mom and ask for the address. You have the GPS to get you there,” Burt said.

“Please?” he asked.

“Yeah. Let me go make the call and we'll see what happens,” he said hugging him and then standing up. He wished Burt was his father multiple times. He wasn't that lucky though. He sighed and laid back on the bed. He looked around the room feeling a pang of jealousy. Kurt still had it all while everything he had owned was gone.