On Saturday, at around half one, Kurt was sat on their bed on the verge of tears.

"I don't know what to wear," he said, sounding miserable. "What do you think I should wear to meet her?" Blaine walked up to Kurt's side of the wardrobe and picked out a white shirt, a black vest and dark jeans.

"Here, wear this," he said and handed the clothes to him with a smile. Kurt nodded, pulling on the clothes quickly and fixing his hair before grabbing Tony's leash and taking hold of Blaine's hand.

"Thank you... Okay. Come on, let’s go."

They walked to the coffee shop, ordered their coffee, then waited. Blaine noticed how tense Kurt looked.

"Relax, baby. She'll be here soon."

An hour later, Kurt was practically in tears. He was shaking when Elizabeth finally entered the coffee shop, weighed down by a number of shopping bags and smiling. She was different to how Kurt remembered her, all fake tanned skin and expensive clothes. He flinched as she looked around the coffee shop blankly, clearly not recognizing him.
"That's her,” he whispered to Blaine. The older man looked up and saw a woman standing there. He made a little wave at her and she walked up to them. Blaine stood up and stretched out his hand.

"Hi Elizabeth, I'm Blaine Anderson," he said politely. She barely looked at him before rushing to Kurt and sat down in Blaine's seat.

"Oh, Kurtie. Look at you! And you can see!"
"I'd prefer if you called me Kurt,” he sighed. "And yes I can see. You're late."

"Excuse me, you took my seat," said Blaine, still trying to stay polite.
"Excuse me, I haven't talked to my little Kurtie for years and you- why are you even here?" she asked with a bitchy look. Kurt sighed and stood up, giving Blaine his seat and grabbing another one.

"My name is Kurt. He's here because he's my fiancé and I want him to be and you haven't seen me for years because you abandoned me, Elizabeth."

"But Kurtie," she said with a voice like she was talking to a small baby or a dog. "I left you there for your own sake..." She gave him an obviously faked smile, but her face went dark again when she remembered Blaine. "I don't know when you decided to be gay though…" She made a disgusted face. Kurt's own eyes darkened.

"You don't decide to be gay. You're born that way. And just how was leaving me for my own sake!? And my name is Kurt!" He knew he was raising his voice and he should calm down. Blaine's gentle hand on his knee was the only thing that kept him from breaking down.

"Okay, okay," she said and threw her hands up in defeat. "I won't say anything about your so beloved boyfriend or whatever he was now again." She took a deep breath. "I left you because I couldn't take care of you... but that was then. Now is now. And now is the time to come home to where you belong." She smiled. "Can I call you something else? All mothers call their children something... Sweetie? Honey?"

"You can call me Kurt and I'll call you Elizabeth. I'm more than willing to get to know you, but I'm not moving in with you. I live with Blaine and we're happy. Also, he wanted me even when I couldn't see."
"Don't be ridiculous. You're coming home with me, you can get to know Richard and you can sleep on the pull out bed and... Did you just call me Elizabeth!? Kurtie!" she screeched. "I'm your mommy!" Blaine was almost losing his temper.

"Kurt, are you sure this is a good idea?" he whispered in his fiancé's ear. Kurt was about to answer when Elizabeth stood up, pulling on his wrist.

"Come on. Say goodbye to your boyfriend and come home, Kurtie. I want you to meet Richard." Kurt sighed and looked at his watch. Blaine had to be at work soon anyway.

"Fine. I'll come and meet Richard, but I'm not living with you. Not ever." Blaine was so unsure about this. It didn't feel right to him. He pulled Kurt in for a hug before he left.

"Be careful, baby." Then he kissed Kurt on the lips, which caused a disgusted noise from Elizabeth. He watched Kurt walk out of the shop with a bad feeling in his stomach.

Kurt shuffled after Elizabeth. They got to her house quickly. It was the same one Kurt remembered, though nothing of his dad's remained, probably all sold. There was a man on the couch, clearly a lot younger than Elizabeth, maybe twenty six? He looked over at Kurt and snorted.
"You didn't tell me your son was a fag, Lizzie," he mocked.
"Excuse me!?" Kurt hissed.

"Your heard me. A fag. That's what you are, right?" said Richard and took another drink from his beer.

"I'm gay, if that's what you mean," Kurt said stiffly. He turned to his mother. "Are you seriously going to let him talk to me like that?" Elizabeth giggled in a way much too young for her.

"He's right, Kurtie, you are a fag. I don't support your choices, but I love you."
"You bitch!" It was out before Kurt could stop it and Richard was up off the couch in a flash.

"You don't call her that," Richard growled and stepped up close to Kurt. "You're such a little fag. Think you can tell your own mother things like that. I bet you have a little boyfriend at home, huh? I'll tell you a little secret," He leaned in and whispered in Kurt's ear. "He's only there because no girl wanted him and he needs someone to suck his cock." Kurt pushed Richard hard.

"Fuck you!" he spat. "You're just a replacement for my Dad. He was a ten times more of a man than you could ever hope to be! You smell homeless asshole!" Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to take a nap. Try not to fight, boys." She left the room and instantly, Richard advanced on him. He was around the same size and build as Blaine which meant he was a tiny bit shorter than him, but a whole lot stronger. Richard ignored what Elizabeth said. His full attention was on Kurt.

"Oh, you know I'm right, you little whore. Yeah, that's what you are. Your dear boyfriend will leave you soon and find a new one to suck him. You're nothing to him, nothing to anyone, actually."

“Shut up..." Kurt's voice was wavering, his insecurities taking control. He tried to punch the man, but he'd always been weak and the dangerous glint in the older man's eye told him he was in trouble.

"You actually tried to hit me, huh? Interesting..." He backed Kurt up against the closest wall. "So, what're you going to do now? Call your little sweetiepie of a boyfriend?"

"N-No..." Kurt whimpered, tears falling down his cheeks. "Please leave me alone... Please!"

"You're a disappointment. Elizabeth expected more. She expected a man. A real man. Instead, we got you. A filthy little fag..." He chuckled humorlessly. "Maybe I should just teach you a lesson, huh? Maybe I should just try to make your head understand that being a fag isn't helping anyone." Kurt let out a sob, his whole body shaking.

"W-What are you going to d-do?" Then Richard hit Kurt over the eye. Hard.

"That enough to make you understand?" Kurt let out a whimper as Richard punched him again, this time splitting his lip. He pushed the man away and stumbled out of the house, into the pouring rain. 
It took him over an hour to find his apartment on foot, wearing only thin clothes. Since his issues with his lungs two years ago, he'd caught illnesses easily and he knew he'd get sick for this. Once he found the apartment, he knocked, hoping Blaine was back home. He stood, leaning heavily against the doorway, soaked through with a split lip still bleeding heavily and his left eye already swelling shut, waiting for Blaine to open the door.

Blaine closed his computer, understanding that it must be Kurt by the door. He opened it and something, no, someone fell through it into his arms.

"Kurt," he breathed out. "Kurt! Oh god!" Blaine saw the split lip and black eye and winced. Who the fuck could've done this to him? That wasn't number one priority right now though. He carried Kurt inside and lay him down on the couch, then he ran away after the first aid kit they kept in the bathroom. He fixed Kurt's lip carefully and then asked.

"Who did this to you, Kurt? I need to know." Kurt was shivering badly.

"I don't want to go back there Blaine,” he whispered brokenly. "I don't want to see her again, I don't have to, do I?" He had a lisp thanks to his lip.

"I won't let you. Did she do this?" Blaine knew the woman was mean, but he found it hard to believe that she would've done this to him. Kurt shook his head.

"Richard, her boyfriend. He's a homophobe..." Blaine nodded, that made sense. More work for Daniel, he thought. But that would have to wait. Kurt was always first priority. He fixed Kurt's eye as well as he could, then noticed how much he was shivering from his wet clothes.

"Do you want me to run a bath for you?" Kurt nodded, his eyes filling with tears.

"He said I was a disappointment. That they'd expected a real man and got me instead. He said... He said you didn't love me and that you'd ditch me when someone else came along to s-suck you. He called me a whore..." Kurt sniffed, he could already feel himself getting ill. "I told him he was just a cheap replacement for my dad... And I might have told him that he smelt homeless..."

"Kurt, I need you to look at me right now," said Blaine firmly. When Kurt looked at him, he continued. "That's all bullshit. You are a real man. If you weren't, I wouldn't have been this attracted to you. And don't you ever, and I mean ever doubt that I love you. I love you so much, Kurt. I'd never leave you. You need to understand this. You can't trust anything he says. It's all lies." Kurt nodded shakily.

"O-Okay... And I... I don't have to see him again?"

"Never," said Blaine. "I'll go run a bath for you. Can you stay here by yourself for a moment?" Kurt nodded, wrapping his arms around himself protectively. Ten minutes after Blaine had left, there was a knock on the door. Nervously, he went to answer it. It was Elizabeth. She swept her way into the apartment.
"Kurtie! How could you run off like that? I thought we were going to get to know each other!" she scolded. "I was worried."
"B-Blaine!" Kurt called, still shivering. Blaine came up beside Kurt.

"Go. Away," he said and glared at her. "We don't ever want to see you or your boyfriend again.”

"Now, Kurtie," Elizabeth said sternly, ignoring Blaine. "I spoke to Richard and he's willing to forgive you for the things you said, and the fact you tried to hit him. Why don't you come back with me and apologize?"

"That's enough!" Blaine growled. He stepped forward and looked her in the eye. "Go. Now." She glared at him, crossing her arms.

"You think you can tell me what to do? He's my son!" Kurt was shuffling behind Blaine, still shaking. He was cold, he was getting ill and he was scared, he just wanted her to leave and never come back.

"Your boyfriend hit him, for god's sake! He's completely bruised. Leave and never come back, now. This is my last warning." Blaine was really close to hitting her, but he knew nothing good would come out of that, so he resisted.

"Richard would never do that! Kurtie called me a bitch!" Elizabeth moved past Blaine and reached out to pull Kurt into a hug. He flinched away. "You have to understand, Kurtie, I wasn't expecting my only son to be a fa-" she cut off, sighing.
"A what, Mom?" Kurt asked, so upset that he called her Mom. "A fag? Well I am and proud of it! I have a fiancé who I love you who loves me and who cares about me, unlike you and your homophobic ass of a boyfriend!" Kurt had tears flowing down his cheeks, he was devastated. Elizabeth looked furious. She pulled back her hand and slapped him hard, a red hand print appearing instantly on his pale cheek.

"I raised you better than that!"
"You didn't raise me at all," Kurt whimpered, one hand cradling his cheek.

"Kurt!" Blaine was immediately at his side and caught him in his arms. "You fucking bitch!" he snapped at her. "There's the door. Leave." Blaine carried Kurt to the couch and set him down. "Baby... Kurt, I'm so sorry." Elizabeth glared at them and headed for the door.

"I'll call you in a week, Kurtie!” she called. “When you've calmed down." Then she left the apartment. Blaine couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"Honey... She's gone. She- she's gone now." Kurt nodded, sniffling, still shivering in his wet clothes. He looked up to see Blaine crying.

"Are you okay?"

"I... Don't mind it..." He looked down, his body shivering violently. "You're the one who's been hurt."

"I'm okay," Kurt whispered, snuggling into Blaine's chest. "I don't feel well though... Why are you crying?"

"I just... She reminds me of them... My parents, that is. I don't remember much of them, but what I remember... It's how she acts, and how you described Richard. That's what my dad did to me. He hit me-" Blaine sobbed violently at the memories. "He hit me over and over. I've been dreaming about them lately. I've been waking up at least ten times every night for a few months now and I- I couldn't tell you. I couldn't make you worry. But now it's just all so fresh. It's- it's like the memories have been renewed..." Blaine looked down at Kurt and suddenly realized how much he was throwing at him. "I- I'm so sorry, Kurt. I shouldn't have. I'm so sorry-"

"Don't." Kurt kissed Blaine gently. "I'm here for you. Always. You should always tell me things like this, I want to help you like you help me. I'm sorry I let Elizabeth in our lives, I'm so sorry..."

"I'm sorry," said Blaine quietly, still sobbing. "I should've told you. I just- I didn't want to ruin our lives, Kurt. Our life together. It's so perfect and I just- God, I'm an idiot... I should've told you. I'm sorry..." Blaine shook his head and started crying again. He sobbed violently into his hands. Kurt lifted Blaine’s head and kissed him hard. "You're not an idiot and I love you. I love you so much. Please don't cry... Please?"

It took Blaine five minutes to stop crying. When he finally did, he looked up at Kurt with red and blank eyes.

"How can you be so perfect?"

"I'm not the perfect one, you are," Kurt smiled. "Now can we get a bath? I really don't feel good..."

"Of course," said Blaine and kissed Kurt softly before picking him up and carrying him to the bathroom, not trusting him to walk by himself right now. He ran a bath with hot water. He helped Kurt undress and then kissed him again. "I'll be in the living room... Shout for me if you need anything."

"Okay..." Kurt whispered, relaxing into the water. He settled comfortly, feeling himself falling asleep softly.

It had been half an hour since he had left Kurt in the bathroom. Blaine frowned and called out,

"Kurt? Are you okay?" He didn't get any answer. "Kurt?" he asked again, getting up from the couch. "What's going on, honey?" He opened the bathroom door and his body was suddenly filled with panic. Kurt couldn't be seen. That must mean... Blaine rushed forward. "Kurt! Kurt!" He hoisted the boy out of the water and onto the floor. "Kurt, can you hear me!?" Kurt lay unmoving for a few seconds, lips tinged with blue, until he jerked forwards suddenly and coughed up what seemed like a torrent of water. He coughed the water all over Blaine, but the older boy didn't mind at all. All he cared about was Kurt.

"Kurt! For fuck's sake, what the hell happened!? Can you breathe?" Kurt nodded and leaned heavily against Blaine, everything was spinning.

"I'm okay..." he rasped out. "I think I fell asleep..." Blaine's whole body was shaking as he held Kurt close.

"Ohgod... Kurt..."

"I'm okay, Blaine..." Kurt mumbled weakly. "Really..." Blaine put his hand over Kurt's heart.

"Take three deep, slow breaths for me."

Kurt did as he was told, but his chest stuttered on the third and he coughed badly, his tiny frame shaking against Blaine's strong arms.

"Kurt... I have to take you to the hospital." Blaine knew Kurt wasn't going to like it, but he had to. Kurt shook his head desperately.

"I'm fine!" he forced out. "Really... It's just 'cause I was getting ill anyway."

"Baby, I have to... You're getting ill and also, you almost drowned, plus your face is not taken care of proffesionally. I'm sorry Kurt, but we have to. I'll be with you the whole time." Kurt broke down sobbing, barely able to breathe on Blaine's shoulder.

"I'm s-so stupid!" he cried.

"Kurt, Kurt, don't cry... Please," Blaine whimpered. "You're not stupid. Why would you be? Nothing's your fault."

"I l-let them h-hurt me and then I w-walked home in the r-rain and I fell asleep in the b-bath. I'm an idiot," he sobbed.

"Baby, none of this is your fault. They hurt you because they are idiots. You walked home because you had no choice. You fell asleep in the bath because you were exhausted and I should have known that. You're not an idiot. You're so much more than they will ever be." He hugged Kurt closer. "You're my hero." The younger boy suddenly sounded like he was so much younger than he really was.

"P-Please don't make me go to hospital, Blaine. I d-don't w-want to go..." Blaine bit his lip. He remembered the last time he'd been in this situation. That time, Kurt had died twice on the operating table. Blaine made his decision and shook his head.

"I know you don't want to, but you have to. I just want them to do a regular check up on you and see if they can give you any special medicine. I'm not going to let history repeat itself, Kurt..." Kurt sighed and nodded weakly.

"Okay,” he mumbled. "Help me up?" Blaine helped Kurt up and got him dressed. They drove to the hospital in silence. The check up went fine. Kurt got some medicine for his cold and they fixed his face a bit better, but all of the water seemed to be out of his lungs and everything was okay. When they sat in the car on their way home, Blaine laced his fingers together with Kurt's.

"Thank you for coming with me."

"It's okay,” he sniffled, snuggling down into his chair, he tended to need hugs when he was ill. "But I told you I was fine..."

"I know you did. But you know what happened the last time you told me you were fine. You died, Kurt. Twice." Blaine kept his eyes on the road and blinked away the tears in his eyes.

"Fine,” Kurt mumbled sulkily. "But I expect lots of hugs when we get home. And ice-cream. Cookie Dough ice-cream. Deal?"

"That sounds perfect," said Blaine with a smile as he pulled up outside their apartment.

Soon enough Kurt was in his pajamas and curled up in bed with a bowl of ice-cream.

"Put on a movie and come and cuddle with me," he begged Blaine. "Please?"

"Of course," said Blaine. He put on The Lion King and then went to sit down next to Kurt, pulling him into his lap. "There we go." He kissed Kurt's neck and smiled. "Comfy?" Kurt nodded, he loved sitting in Blaine's lap. He held a spoonful of ice-cream at Blaine's lips.

"You want some?" Blaine closed his lips around the spoon.

"Thank you," he said once he had swallowed. "Now, movie. This is probably my favorite movie of all times. After Notting Hill, that is. And well, don't judge me..." The movie started with a very long note, almost considered as a scream. Blaine chuckled. "I love this song..." He sang along quietly.

Kurt was even more entranced with Lion King than he had been by Notting Hill. As the closing credits played, he turned to Blaine, bouncing a little in his lap, his eyes wide both with excitement and sugar rush.

"That was amazing!" he breathed. "You own more Disney DVDs right? Tell me you own more!" Blaine laughed.

"I actually have around twenty five Disney movies. Do you want to watch another one?" he asked after kissing Kurt playfully.

"Mhm!" Kurt nodded happily. "Definitely! You pick." Blaine picked Beauty and the Beast and then went to sit with Kurt again.

"You're pretty clingy when you're on a sugar rush," he laughed as Kurt held him tighter than ever. "Not that I mind." He said and settled against Kurt.

"I'm clingy when I'm ill," Kurt pouted. "You know that... Besides," He looked down sadly. "I need to be reminded that people love me."

"I'll just have to remind you then," Blaine whispered. "I'll remind you every day. Every minute of every day until the day I die. I love you, I love you, I love you..." Blaine repeated the words over and over again.

"I love you too." Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and hid his face in his fiancé's shoulder. "Why doesn't she want me, Blaine?" he whimpered.

"Because some people can't understand that love is love," he said simply. Kurt nodded and snuggled in further. He fell asleep around twenty minutes into the film, sucking his thumb. Blaine hugged Kurt close to his chest as he slept. After a while, he carefully carried Kurt to bed and crawled down next to him.

"You're my hero..." he whispered before falling asleep.