"Class we have a new student today. Please welcome Monsieur Azimio who is transferring in from another class." Mademoiselle Bouvier announced with the hulking black jock in question by her side looking less than impressed as he scanned over the group he was joining.

Kurt tensed, knowing that Azimio would have to sit near him as the only spaces available were around himself and Blaine as the class had accumulated on the other side, giving them a circle of empty desks around them.

Azimio has picked up on that too, hesitating at the front after seeing his seating options. In the end he ended up sitting in the desk beside Kurt instead of having to pick a spot by Blaine. Apparently Kurt was the lesser of the two evils in Azimio's mind.

At least that's what Kurt thought until Mademoiselle Bouvier turned around to write on the board and Azimio opened his mouth, whispering to those around in earshot.

"Hope the gay disease don't catch by being near lady face here." His desk squeaking as he shifted it closer to the rest of the class and away from Kurt.

Ahead of him, Kurt could hear Blaine make a low grumble and see his shoulder blades lift under his shirt as he tensed. Kurt focused on keeping his head held up to avoid shrinking in place like he wanted to do.

It was when Mademoiselle Bouvier left the room to take a call that the drama happened. As soon as she had left the room, Blaine was out of his desk in and had Azimio's jacket collar fisted in both his hands, pushing the jock back out of his seat and onto the floor before Azimio had a chance to register that Blaine was even out of his seat.

Kurt recoiled in place as the act was much too close to him for comfort, wanting to stay out of the crossfire.

"You fucking keep your noise down dumbass. That desk squeaking is annoying as fuck, not unlike its inhabitant." Blaine snapped at Azimio, reaching down to grab the edges of the red jacket on the jock who was trying to slide backwards on the floor in an attempt to escape.

"Dude... Sorry man. I'll be quieter. Just stop the spazzing." Azimio stumbled over his words, looking wide eyed up at Blaine who was glaring down at him.

The scene itself would have been comical had it not been occurring right in front of Kurt. He certainly didn't feel sorry for Azimio, glad in fact that someone was getting on his case for once. Blaine was a head shorter than Azimio and probably a third of his weight, yet he had the comparative giant in his hands, trembling before a class full of students who were just watching slack jawed.

"If you make a fucking peep in this class again... So help me..." Blaine lifted one of his hands off Azimio's jacket and balled it into a fist, effectively ending the verbal statement with a physical threat.

Azimio opened his mouth but then snapped it shut, nodding up at Blaine who let his jacket go completely and slid back into his desk in front of Kurt. He looked back at the students behind him who were watching with a mix of surprise and disdain, before getting up, pulling his jacket straight and sitting back in his seat. It was clear to anyone who looked at him that Azimio was embarrassed, ducking his head between his shoulders and avoiding eye contact with anyone. Had it been anyone else, Kurt might have felt pity for him.

When Mademoiselle Bouvier entered the room, she must have felt the tension in the class, scanning it over and seeing how all eyes were settled on Blaine and Azimio. She glanced between the two, cleared her throat, and decided to start the lesson in place of knowing what to say or do about something that must have been said or done between the boys.

When a hand from in front of him was held back, wordlessly requesting paper, Kurt hurried to write 'Thank You' in the margin of the top paper in the pages he handed to Blaine. He watched as Blaine took the papers and glanced to the message in the margin. Kurt saw the tension in Blaine's shoulder blades lessened, though Blaine didn't look back at him for the rest of class. Even though Blaine had been set off by the squeaking of the desks, attacking Azimio would make it so that Kurt would still be able to enjoy French class since the dumb jock wouldn't risk saying anything in class.

It was that afternoon when Finn pronounced his love for Jesus; a statement that made Kurt cringe. He remembered being a child and believing in god, much like he had believed in Santa Claus and the tooth fairy. Then when his mom died he felt himself questioning the concept of a benevolent god. What kind of loving god would take someone like his mom, who was the image of perfection in his mind? Then of course when he acknowledged he was gay, well, the thought of believing in god was moot. While individual students in glee club who believed in a god had supported him, the religious organizations they belonged to were very public about how little they thought of homosexuals.

"What is going on with you?" Kurt questioned Finn after glee was done.

Finn shrugged up his shoulders a little, glancing at Kurt who was at his side as they walked down the hall. "I just... I just thought maybe we could all do with some inspiration."

Kurt snorted. "Well in my case it's not inspiring at all. The whole god thing is to help people feel better about death. It's arrogant to think people keep existing after their bodies die because they're just that special."

Finn paused in his tracks, looking at Kurt in surprise, "I thought... With your mom..."

"That I'd be all about heaven?" Kurt finished off and then shook his head. "My mom is gone. It sucks but its true... Now I just have to make sure my dad sticks around as long as possible."

"Huh..." Was all there was to Finns reply as they continued down the hall. Maybe he

Kurt decided that his dad would start eating healthier tomorrow for that very reason, even if Kurt had to force the food down his throat. He needed his dad to stick around. He needed one constant positive thing in his life.

Maybe he should have started the diet another day. A day where his dad wouldn't have reminded him about Friday dinner and then had to tell him that he was disappointed in Kurt when Kurt had to tell he he wouldn't be coming since the sound of music singalong was tonight. Had he just waited another day he might have been able to feign forgetting Friday dinner so he wouldn't have had to hear his dad say that.

He hated having his dad be disappointed in him.

Especially when he had started off the day with such good intentions - bringing his dad a healthy breakfast instead of the usual garbage his dad put into himself.

In any case, it had set the mood for the day. He got tossed into the dumpster as soon as he got to school, and then slushied on his way inside. Once he had gotten cleaned up, he was late for his first class and received a reprimand from the teacher in front of everyone, including the oafs who slushied him. Now in French, Mademoiselle Bouvier had paired him up with Azimio for oral practice since she apparently had to talk to Blaine at her desk.

It was quickly apparent that Azimio didn't know a lick of French as Kurt spoke, so he took the opportunity to insult Azimio in French which was actually quite enjoyable. He wished he had the nerve to say a tenth of the stuff he was saying in French in English to the Neanderthal.

"Kurt..." A familiar voice called from the front of the class and Kurt looked over to see Mr. Schuester standing there with Ms. Pilsbury, both with stricken, serious faces.

Kurt's heart immediately sank to the pit of his stomach as the eyes of his classmates went on him. Something had happened. Something serious enough to have him pulled out by the school counsellor and his glee club teacher.

"My dad...?" He barely managed to whisper out as he grabbed the books off his desk and managed to get his feet to stand up under him, weakly making his way to the teachers at the front.

Mr. Schuester gave him a small nod, placing a hand n his shoulder as he led him out with Ms. Pilsbury on his other side. Mademoiselle Bouvier gave him a sympathetic look, while Blaine beside her just looked confused.

Thankfully the tears stayed in until he got into the hallway. His dad had had a heart attack Mr. Schuester explained as they went down the hall. Ms. Pilsbury quickly added on that he was in the hospital and that the pair of them would take him there.

Waiting for the doctor in the lobby was torturous. It was quiet, not that Kurt wanted to engage in conversation, and his mind flooded with images of his dad telling him he was disappointed in him from the morning. Every time he thought he couldn't tear up anymore, a fresh batch of tears spilled from his eyes so by the time the doctor came in, the kleenex box was empty.

His dad was in a coma, and they weren't sure when or if he'd wake up, and if he did wake up, what the damage would be to his brain. He tried to make his dad respond, pleading with his lifeless form to squeeze his hand back - but nothing would make his dad move.

Despite Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pilsbury's insistence to stay with one of them, Kurt went back to his empty home. He didn't want to go with them, or stay with any friends. He needed to be alone. He didn't want to be on anyone else's schedule, or inconvenience anyone. He didn't want to make anyone feel like they needed to take care of him. Kurt wanted to be able to go back to the hospital first thing in the morning, and he wanted to make sure the house was taken care of for if... no, WHEN his dad returned. He was going to make sure the fridge was stocked with only healthy foods, and make sure his dad had comfortable places to rest.

He drank some Nyquil that night so he could actually get to sleep when it was clear that his mind was not going to stop going on its own.

In the morning, he returned to the hospital as soon as he could, going first to see if there had been any change in his dad's condition. There hadn't been.

Sitting by his dad, he again pleaded for him to respond to his touch, but Kurt got nothing in return.

The day wore on much like that, and he asked every nurse and doctor he came into contact with for their opinions on what he could do to help. Most were sympathetic, yet unhelpful with suggestions of just waiting it out, talking to him, and one even suggested planning for the worst. He spent a lot of time on his phone searching up alternative techniques, and finally hiring an acupuncturist in town to see if that would help Burt's condition.

By six in the evening, he was told to go home, and that he would be called if there was any change. By six the next morning, Kurt hadn't slept and wished he had some Nyquil left.

He was stumbling towards his car, intending to return to the hospital when an obnoxiously loud motorcycle roared past on his road. Glaring towards it, and hoping someone would call in a noise complaint on the monstrosity, he saw that it had looped around the end of the street and was coming back his way, parking in front of his house.

When the helmet came off, the flood of tangled curls that spilled out made Kurt immediately recognize the driver as Blaine. Kurt looked at his car and then back at the boy who was climbing off his bike. If he made a dash for it right now, he might be able to start his car and drive off before Blaine got to him, for whatever it was he intended to do.

"Hummel!"

Kurt was too tired though. It was like his brain was lagging and by the time he completed the thought of getting away, Blaine was a couple feet away, eyeing him up and down curiously.

"Hi Blaine..." Kurt said, his voice coming out cracked from a blend of sleeplessness and crying.

"My mom... uh... well she works at the hospital. I heard..." Blaine was clearly uncomfortable talking about the fact that he knew what had happened, his eyes darting everywhere but avoiding Kurt's tear stained face that no doubt looked horrid without having done his skincare routine two nights in a row.

"And?" Kurt questioned. Why the hell was Blaine here at six in the morning?

Blaine frowned, took a second gather his thoughts and then looked back to Kurt. "And... I wanted to see if you needed anything."

Kurt just stared for a moment. Again his mind was lagging, questioning the presence of Blaine in his front yard, and questioning if it was really him offering assistance.

"I need my dad. Just my dad." Was all Kurt could muster up to say, moving to his car and tripping over his own feet in the process. Thankfully, he managed not to fall. He was becoming a master at recovering from potential falls from being tripped.

"Whoa..." Blaine skirted over to where Kurt might have landed had he fallen and then allowed himself to examine Kurt's face. "You look like shit..."

Kurt frowned, and moved around Blaine to get to his car door, "Well thanks... that's just what I need."

"No... no.. Shit. Have you slept at all?" Blaine urgently asked, keeping up with Kurt despite Kurt trying to make it clear by continuing to the car that he didn't need anything, much less want anything.

"No. I'm on the verge of becoming an orphan. I don't... can't sleep." Kurt snapped, forgetting who this was beside him. He narrowed his eyes at Blaine, just wanting to get to his car already, without interruption.

Blaine narrowed his eyes back and before Kurt could say anything, found that Blaine had ripped the keys from his hand.

"What are you doing?!"

Blaine walked to Kurt's car, with Kurt running up behind him as he yelled, and unlocked the drivers door, climbing in. He tossed his helmet to the backseat and looked squarely at Kurt, "I'm driving you there."

Kurt's jaw dropped for a moment and then snapped shut as he made a small growl. "I can drive myself!"

"No you can't. You can barely fucking walk. You think it's going to help your old man any if you get into a fucking accident?"

Kurt trembled as the anger flooded up into him. "What are you even doing here at six in the morning? How do you even know where I live?!"

"Get into the car. I'll tell you on the way..." Blaine huffed, reaching over to pull the door shut and leaving Kurt on the outside of the car.

For a second, Kurt considered just calling the police. Calling them and reporting that his car was being stolen by Blaine. However, his urgency to see his dad won out and he walked around the car, climbing into the passenger side which was an entirely new experience for him - always being the driver.

Blaine actually checked his blind spots before backing out, and actually adhered to the speed limits as they drove. The first few minutes of the drive were quiet, as Kurt tried to calm himself down, and Blaine just focused on the road.

"I've driven by here before and seen you outside several times so I figured that was your home... so that's how I knew you lived there..." Blaine said, eyes on the road as he spoke.

"And what about being up so early...?" Kurt murmured as he looked over to Blaine, wondering how many times Blaine had seen him without him realizing it.

"I went out last night and stayed out... was on my way home when I went past your place and saw you..." Blaine responded, hesitating on the second half of the statement.

"Great... so you're not any better rested." Kurt spat out.

"I stayed out... but slept where I was. I got some sleep." Blaine answered. Despite Kurt being hostile towards Blaine, Blaine's tone was quite reasonable, and dare-he-say-it, even calm to Kurt.

"Well... how are you supposed to get back now?" Kurt grumbled. His lack of sleep was making him irritable, and Blaine was giving him an outlet for that. Had he been more clear headed, Kurt would have been more cautious about what he was saying around Blaine.

Blaine shrugged and just continued driving without response. The rest of the ride was silent and awkward, with Kurt every now and then stealing glances at Blaine. Who the hell was this kid? Kurt had never seen or heard about Blaine doing anything for anyone except himself. Come to think of it, during the whole ride, Blaine had also managed to not swear or scowl. Maybe Blaine had a less evil twin and this was him, screwing with Kurt's fragile mind.

As they pulled into the visitor parking lot, Blaine dug into his back pocket and pulled out a card which he flashed to the booth clerk, who gave him a guest pass without charging him.

"What was that about?" Kurt questioned as Blaine pulled into a parking spot.

"Told you... my mom works here." Blaine replied, cutting the engine and handing Kurt the keys before getting out.

Kurt frowned, not sure if he should be accepting the simple act of free parking charity, but not about to question it. He left the car too and found Blaine waiting for him on the curb. Apparently he was even getting an escort into the hospital.

They walked quietly aside one another. Blaine took him all the way up to the coma unit before letting Kurt enter his dad's room alone. Burt was the same way Kurt had left him. Kurt didn't even want to approach his dad's bed. He felt sick about seeing his dad like this, and hoped this wouldn't be the last memory he would ever have of his dad.

Kurt looked back over his shoulder then, seeing that while he had been regarding his dad, Blaine had left and was nowhere in sight.

He sighed, and settled in for another day.

Monday was hard. He forced himself to go to school, if only to keep himself distracted. He made sure all the doctors and nurses at the hospital had his phone number and told all his teachers he was keeping his cell phone out and on for the purpose of being able to get news on his dad if anyone called.

There were no calls.

When he had gotten home on Sunday, Blaine's bike was gone. Somehow he had gotten back and taken it. Kurt still had his helmet in the backseat of his car, and had written Blaine a note that he had it in the margin of the papers he handed to Blaine in French class.

"I'll get it later." was all Kurt got as a response from Blaine after class as Blaine walked past him and onto his next class, not even giving Kurt a chance to thank him for the ride or the free parking pass which apparently he could continue to use as long as his dad was there.

When he got to Glee, apparently the news had spread and his friends gave him their sympathies and offers of support, at least, most of them did.

Finn stormed in and blasted Kurt for not telling him about Burt, apparently having just found out about it from his mom. Kurt quite frankly didn't care.

Then Mercedes sang to him, and while it was beautiful, it was religious and he had no patience right then for religious nonsense, and he told everyone just as much, to their chagrin. They all seemed, for lack of a better word, put out by Kurt being an atheist. Apparently being an atheist was something worse than being gay in this school, something that even the Glee club outcasts had a hard time handling.

So when he left that day to find Blaine leaning against his car, apparently waiting for his helmet, Kurt was again in a foul mood. Without saying anything to Blaine, he unlocked his car, grabbed the helmet, and tossed it at Blaine.

Blaine's hands shot up just in time to catch the helmet, triangular eyebrows simultaneously rising at Kurt's haste to get rid of him.

Kurt sighed as he leaned forward against his car, and looked over at Blaine who standing up to go. "Sorry... just..."

"Shitty day. I get it."

Kurt made a small squeak of a laugh. His acknowledgement that it was a shitty day. A shitty few days in fact.

"Thanks for driving me yesterday... and for the pass... and for not being a jerk to me." Kurt said, each acknowledgement said in rapid succession to make sure he said it all before Blaine left.

But Blaine didn't leave. He stood there, watching Kurt with the helmet in his hands, and after a moment finally asking, "You want me to drive you again?"

Kurt looked up at Blaine, his brow furrowing, "Why are you being nice to me?"

Blaine shrugged up his shoulders and took a step towards Kurt, holding out a hand while the other kept a hold of the helmet.

Kurt looked at the hand suspiciously, and then up at Blaine's face. The hazel eyes weren't framed by narrowed brows, or accented by a sneer. Blaine actually looked.. pleasant. Even cute.

With that thought, Kurt put the keys in Blaine's hand and went around to the other side of the car. If he thought Blaine was cute, he must be sleep deprived.

After a few minutes of silent driving, Blaine was the one who broke the silence.

"What's that?" He asked, tilting his head to the multicolored card that looked like it was made by a kindergartner in Kurt's hands.

Kurt let out a soft chuckle as he explained, "It's from one of my friends... says that heart attacks are from loving too much."

Blaine's eyebrows rose up and he glanced over at Kurt for a moment to show the disbelief on his face before looking back at the road. Despite driving a noisy motorcycle, and getting his mom's minivan in his dad's shop for damage Kurt still wasn't clear about, Blaine was actually quite a responsible driver - or at least was trying to appear that way to Kurt.

Kurt let out another chuckle and shook his head, "I know... she's a little... ah... lacking... but she means well."

"If you say so..." Blaine said, shaking his head in what must have been his difficulty to understand how someone in high school would make something so juvenile.

They were quiet again for a few minutes before Blaine spoke up again.

"You don't have a mom hey?"

Kurt frowned and looked back out the window, watching the building fly by as they drove. "No. She died when I was eight."

"Huh."

And silence followed again for another minute until Blaine must have realized he wouldn't be getting anything more out of Kurt on that topic.

"Well your old man seems like an alright guy..."

"The best guy actually." Kurt interrupted, thinking of all the times his dad had been there for him when no one else had been.

"The best... right. So I hope it'll all turn out fine." Blaine continued. His voice was strained, as if saying something so genuine was difficult for him.

Kurt looked back to him, wondering again why this kid was being nice to him. There must be something in it for him, some favor he was waiting to spring on Kurt.

In any case, it was appreciated that someone was there for Kurt, however odd, without the pretense of him needing prayer and otherworldly interference.

"Well I must say lady that I was saddened when you decided not to rejoin the Cheerios despite my efforts to attain you." Coach Sylvester said as she paced her office, looking at Kurt who was seated at her desk.

"With all due respect Coach Sylvester, sending me a basket of lube and shampoo was questionable and a little offensive... but that wasn't why I didn't rejoin. My plate is full this year and I had to make decisions." Kurt responded, not even mentioning the jumbo box of condoms that was included in the basket Coach Sylvester had sent to him to try and get him back on the Cheerios.

"Well that's a shame, but it's not why I called you in here." Coach Sylvester responded, then asking him how he was and telling him that she didn't like the religious overtones she had heard about in Glee. It was strongly suggested that he complain to the school board.

"What about my friends in Glee? They'll be upset..."

She sneered, "You really think they care about you right now lady? Tell me - what was their reaction when you said you didn't believe in god? Were they supportive then or just defensive?"

Kurt looked to his lap. It was true. They were defensive about god the instant he admitting to rejecting religion. It was clear to him that their beliefs mattered more to them than how he felt. He needed to look out for himself in this situation.

"How do I make a complaint?"

The Glee club didn't take it well when they found out that they were no longer allowed to use Glee club to praise their respective lords. In fact, Santana snapped at Kurt and he had to again restate his lack of belief. His once favourite place was quickly becoming just another time where he was an outcast - and this time among the outcasts.

"Fuck 'em" Blaine suggested, as he was once again driving Kurt to the hospital - something that over the past week seemed to have become habitual with Blaine waiting everyday for Kurt at his car. Kurt didn't know and hadn't asked how Blaine got home everyday from the hospital, assuming it might have to do with his mother whom he had yet to meet.

Kurt made a soft chuckle at the suggestion, having just told Blaine about what he had been dealing with in Glee club on top of all the other shit going on in his life. He didn't know why he felt compelled to tell Blaine about it. He presumed it had something to do with Mercedes alienating him and his dad being comatose, leaving him without anyone else to talk to. In any event, he was still too sleep deprived to make any sound judgements.

"No. Really. Screw 'em. You call them friends and they get sticks up their asses about whether or not you get on your knees to pray or give a blow job? What the fuck?"

That sent Kurt into a fit of giggles. He'd usually be appalled by any mention of sexual acts, but the whole situation and his tiredness made what Blaine was saying particularly hilarious.

Once Kurt had managed to compose himself once again, he remembered his company. "I never would have thought you weren't a homophobe..."

Blaine cocked a brow and glanced for a moment at Kurt with bewilderment. "Why would you have thought I was a homophobe?"

"Because you seem to not like much of anything... I thought being gay would just be one more thing on the list."

Blaine snorted, "Fuck that."

Now it was Kurt's turn to raise his eyebrows, looking at Blaine who wasn't going to elaborate and then looking ahead. At least, Kurt didn't expect Blaine to elaborate until a moment later he started speaking again.

"Just because I act like an asshole doesn't mean I'm an asshole like the other assholes at the school."

Kurt smirked a little. He found Blaine's use of prolific words entertaining when they weren't being used against him. Add to that was that Blaine was probably opening up to him more than he had anyone else at the school and Kurt felt a little bit special in that moment.

"I never thought you were an asshole per say... perhaps a jerk. Though I may have called you king of the neanderthals."

Blaine's stoic expression rapidly turned sour, "The hell? I've been nothing but nice to you and you think I'm a neanderthal? A real neanderthal wouldn't even know what the word meant!"

"Well it's not like you gave me much else to make a judgement with! You snap on people at random and have a reputation for fighting... your vocabulary leaves a lot to be desired... you argue with your dad openly, you demand school supplies from me daily, and you don't exactly dress for style..." Kurt retorted. Really, with his dad haven't even moved in a week and the loss of his friends over something as silly as religion - what did he have left to lose by being brutally honest.

He could hear Blaine grind down on his teeth and cringed at the sound.

"Anyhow..." Kurt started again before allowing Blaine to respond, "You have been nice to me, and the fact is I don't really know you enough to be making any judgements. So I'm sorry. You're not a neanderthal... except maybe in the hair department."

Blaine looked to Kurt quickly, checking for sincerity before snapping his head back forward, and then... he chuckled. Kurt's eyes went wide at the sound. Blaine Anderson... was chuckling. Kurt had made a risky, and bad joke, and Blaine actually found it funny.

Kurt crossed that off his bucket list, even though it hadn't even been on there until he heard the sound.

When visited the hospital on Thursday, he was appalled to find several members of the club with Carol, taking turns singing spiritual songs to his comatose father. The sight made the bile rise in his throat and he snapped at them, telling them to leave. They were all so ignorant that they even assumed the acupuncturist was Muslim.

"Most people don't know past what they believe. Did you know an atheist is more likely to have read the bible than a christian has?" Blaine asked, looking towards Kurt on the ride to the hospital on Saturday.

Kurt had his arm propped up on the edge of the window, and his head propped up in his hand. He sighed.

"I'm not surprised. In any case, I told Mercedes I'd go to her church tomorrow. They're going to do some mass prayer thing for my dad and she coerced me with the mention of fabulous hats... plus... I miss my friends."

"Fabulous hats? Really?" Blaine huffed, though his tone wasn't condescending. It was joking.

"You wouldn't understand." Kurt murmured.

"Because of my lack of style?"

"Among other things... Honestly it was mostly because I missed her. Religion aside, she's a good woman, and I have few enough allies to throw away the ones I have over whether or not they believe in fantasy."

"I heard you sing. You're good you know. Why don't they let you have the solos at school performances?"

Kurt lifted his head off his hand and looked at Blaine incredulously. Was this kid serious? Give the gay kid the solo? What worse way would there be to get the club slushied even more? Yet, the compliment certainly didn't go unnoticed.

"Thanks... but remember, most of the school is homophobic even if you aren't."

"Fuck 'em." Blaine snapped, and then offered a small grin to Kurt.

Kurt must have been really sleep deprived because that grin was phenomenal. Kurt had to look away before he started crushing on another straight boy who would just shoot him down and cause way too much drama.

Kurt drove himself to the hospital on Sunday after going to Mercedes' church. He stuck out like a sore thumb there, but everyone was very kind to him, and supportive. It was nice service, though there was a lot of yelling and praising - but Kurt could see how someone could get into the whole religion thing if every service was that exciting and jubilant.

When he got to his dad's room, Blaine was sitting in one of the chairs outside the door, a book open in his hands as he read.

"What are you doing here...?" Kurt asked, walking up to Blaine.

Blaine snapped the book shut and looked up at Kurt. "There a law that I can't be here?"

Kurt frowned, but shook his head.

"Anyhow... between not seeing you eating in the past week and the fact that your pants look like they're about to fall off on you, I decided that you should be eating more - so I brought you some of my grandmom's paella." Blaine reached under his seat and brought out a large Tupperware container, filled with a mix of rice, meat and vegetables.

Kurt's mouth watered. It was true that he hadn't been eating as much. He spent so much time at the hospital, and when he was here he didn't want to eat the cafeteria food. He didn't have the appetite for much lunch these days, and with his limited sleep, breakfast was nonexistent.

He took it in his hands, looking at it curiously for a moment before looking back to Blaine who had stood up. "Thank you... it's...extremely thoughtful of you, and your grandma too. It looks wonderful."

Blaine grinned lopsidedly, "It is wonderful. My grandmom had a little restaurant back in the Philippines. I have to watch what I eat at home or else I'd be fat in addition to style inept, violent, and rude."

Kurt laughed, hugging the Tupperware against his chest, "Well I can't wait to try it."

Blaine remembered himself and went stoic again, much to Kurt's chagrin. He ushered Kurt into his dad's room, letting him know that he could drive him home today if he wanted - and Kurt agreed, citing that the paella would need help to be eaten.

That afternoon Kurt helped the nurses wash his dad and helped his dad get dressed again afterwards, noting that no matter what his dad needed help with his wardrobe from Kurt. He then held his dad's hand and talked about the past week, and how much he believed in his dad, and their relationship.

And he felt it.

A twitch... a finger twitch from his dad.

Kurt yelled for the nurse, and told his dad that he was there. A flurry of activity followed, with nurses and doctors rushing in as Burt slowly started waking, Kurt crying nearby in joy and adamantly repeating that he was there and that he loved his dad.

Then Kurt was ushered out of the room as tests were run and the doctors did their work. Somehow Blaine must have gotten the memo and a minute after Kurt had been forced outside of the room and was pacing nervously back and forth, Blaine's hand was on his shoulder.

Kurt jumped a little in place as he saw the boy and then jumped to embrace Blaine in a hug. "He moved!"

Blaine stiffened in Kurt's embrace, and Kurt could feel his heart rate jump. He quickly backed off Blaine and muttered a quick, "Sorry" before looking back into the windows of the room, hoping to catch a glance of his father from behind the doctors.

"It's... okay... just... ah... surprised me." Blaine stuttered as he spoke and Kurt nodded, his focus on his dad then.

They waited and watched through the window. Every now and then Kurt would tense and let out shallow breaths when his dad came into view. He didn't want to miss out on him being awake, and he needed to know if his dad, while awake, would still be his dad and not a vegetable.

After what seemed like forever, a doctor came out and gave Kurt the happy news. His dad seemed alright. There appeared to be no signs of chronic damage and he should be able to go home in a couple days after intensive observation.

Kurt let out a little squeal and rushed in to see his dad as quickly as he was allowed, hugging him happily.

"Hey kiddo..."

His dad's voice was the sweetest sound in the world in that moment.