Blaine worked in a bookshop. It wasn't exactly his dream job, but it wasn't too bad either. And the payment was surprisingly good. It was afternoon and they were just about to close. Blaine had just found out that he was getting a pretty big raise, so he was excited to get home and tell Kurt. The last customer of the day walked in and started walking between the shelves. The woman looked surprisingly familiar. She had black, curly hair and- no way. She caught Blaine's eye and he felt himself staring into exact copies of his own eyes. He looked away quickly, hoping that she didn't recognize him. Marie Anderson gasped as she looked into the eyes of her youngest son. She walked up to the counter.
"B-Blaine?" she whispered. "Is that... Is that you?" Blaine nodded slowly.

"M-Mom?" he asked, not quite understanding. Her eyes softened and filled with tears.

"Oh God, it is you!" She swallowed. "I've wanted to look for you for two years but... You father he... he wouldn't let me." Her hands were shaking. "Cooper was furious with us for what we did, he's been looking for you, but the home couldn't tell us anything." Blaine just stood there, like he'd been struck by lightning.

"I-I..." He tried to say something, but nothing came out.

"I left him,” she whispered. "I know it doesn't matter and you probably hate me, but I should never have let him do what he did to you. We're divorced..." Blaine stared at her.

"You- you left him? I thought you didn't care about me," he said quietly, looking down at his feet.

"Blaine..." She sounded like she was in pain. "I love you, Blaine, I always have. I was... I was a coward. Your father had been beating for as long as I can remember and I was scared... I'm so, so sorry..." There was an honesty in her voice that made Blaine believe her.

"Mom," he sobbed and fell into her arms. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, kissing his curls.

"Oh, Blaine... My baby..." she whispered. "When do you get off work? Do you want to go out for a coffee?"

"I- I finish now. But I don't know if I can... I have to get home to," Blaine looked at his mother. "To my fiancé."

"You... You have a fiancé? What's he like?" she asked softly. She'd long since accepted the fact that Blaine was gay. Blaine's face lit up, even the thought of Kurt making him happier than anything else.

"He's gorgeous and amazing. He's so talented and I just- I love him so much. He's everything to me. He was blind when I met him," said Blaine and swallowed. “He was blind for fifteen years, but he had surgery almost two weeks ago and it made him see. It wouldn't have mattered though. I loved him from the second I saw him for the first time at the care home."

"He sounds amazing. Could I... Could I maybe meet him some time? I'd like to be in your life again, Blaine... If you'd let me?"

"Okay," said Blaine softly. "Maybe..." He hesitated a little, but then made up his mind. "Do you want to come over now? I mean, he's sick, but I think he's getting better and I'd love for you to meet him..."

"Are you sure?" she asked, her eyes flashing happily. "I'd love to meet him! What kind of ill is he?"

"He has a cold. His lungs are weaker than normal so when he gets a cold, it's always pretty bad. But I think he'd like to meet you too. Let's go," said Blaine when he saw what the time was.

He led his mom to their apartment and opened the door to their bedroom.

"Kurt? Baby? I have someone here who'd like to meet you." Kurt wasn't in the bedroom, he was curled up on the coach under a blanket. He was asleep and he had obvious tear tracks on his face, he hated being left alone when he was ill, it reminded him of the majority of his life. He hadn't eaten anything all day, he hadn't felt like it and he knew Blaine would tell him off for that.
Marie wandered in to the living room.

"Oh!" she gasped."He's in here, Blaine. He's beautiful," she whispered. Blaine hurried into the living room. He saw the tears streaks on Kurt's face and winced. He felt horrible for leaving him. He kneeled in front of the couch and stroke Kurt's hair.

"Baby, I'm home," he said quietly. He kissed the boy on the cheek softly. "I'm here now." Kurt stirred and he woke up, feeling around for his glasses.

“Hey..." he breathed. Blaine handed Kurt his glasses and kissed him softly on the lips.

"I want you to meet someone." Kurt pulled himself up weakly, turning to look at Marie.

"Um, hi..." he whispered shyly. Blaine laced his fingers with Kurt's.

"Kurt, this is Marie, my mom. Mom, this is Kurt, my fiancé."

"It's lovely to meet you, Kurt," Marie smiled brightly, holding out her hand. Kurt took it cautiously.

"You left him..." Marie paused, how could he know?

"Yes, I did."

"Good. Something didn't always add up. Blaine was always talking about you like he loved you... but then you did that. I figured it must have been his father." Blaine eyed Kurt gratefully. He really did love him. He gripped Kurt's hand tightly and grinned.

"Do you want some tea, honey?" he asked. Kurt nodded a little nervously, he knew Blaine would see the still full pan of soup in a minute. Kurt still struggled with eating, even after all this time.

"I'll go make us some coffee and some tea for Kurt," he told his mother. "Make yourself at home." He smiled and walked to the kitchen. Kurt glanced at Marie as she sat on the couch next to him.

"You really love him?" he asked. "You don't care that he's gay? You won't ditch him? I think- I think he needs you..."

"I love him. I've been so upset over what we did to him. What his father did to him..." Marie shook her head. "I just want him to be happy." Kurt nodded.

"Good. So you'll be at our wedding? You'll be the only parent there..."

"I-I'd love to," said Marie, surprised. She smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Kurt. I've never seen him this happy. Thank you for taking care of him."

"I haven't done much... He looks after me more.” Kurt blushed and he looked up as Blaine came back into the room.

"Kurt? Why haven't you eaten anything?" asked Blaine and balanced a tray in his hands. He sat down on the couch next to Kurt.

"I wasn't hungry..." Kurt mumbled, not meeting Blaine's eyes.

"You have to eat... You're still extreme underweight, Kurt." He placed the heated cup of soup in Kurt's lap. "Here, you can drink it." Kurt pouted and stared into the cup of soup.

"Fine,” he whispered.

"It's for your own sake, honey." He lifted Kurt's hand to his mouth and kissed it softly. "So, mom, how are things?" he asked Marie.

"Not terrible. I cleaned up in the divorce but I- I had to get a restraining order against your father. Cooper comes to visit often, but he never really forgave me for what happened with you. You should give him a call, he's missed you."

"I've missed him, too," Blaine whispered. "In a way though, I’m grateful for what dad did. If it wasn't for him, I never would've met Kurt." He blushed a little at his own words. "I know it sounds cliché, but he's the best thing that's ever happened to me." He was fully aware of that Kurt was in the room, he wanted him to hear. "I love him more than anything and I'm so glad you're not judging me for that anymore. I'm happy." He squeezed Kurt's hand, but kept his eyes on his mother. Kurt squeezed back and took a small sip of the soup, even though he really wasn't hungry. Marie smiled.

"I'm so happy for you. You deserve a good life, Blaine, you really do. Can I ask you a question though… Why didn't you go to college? You were always so bright."

"Kurt was more important. Some... things happened to Kurt before and he needed me by his side. We're moving to New York soon though and I'm going to apply for law school."

"I'm younger than Blaine," Kurt explained. "I only just graduated High School."
"That's fantastic!" Marie was beaming, "You'll be a great lawyer, Blaine."

"I'll try," Blaine smiled. "Kurt's going to be a musical performer. He's really talented." Marie smiled kindly.

"Then you have to get me a front row ticket to your first show."

"It's just a pipe dream, it probably won't happen..." said Kurt, blushing.

"I'll help you get there," said Blaine and kissed Kurt's cheek. "Don't give up."

"Maybe," Kurt smiled weakly, trying to hide a yawn. Blaine noticed how tired Kurt looked.

"Have you slept enough today?" Kurt shook his head.

"I couldn't. I woke up when you left for work and I only got to sleep just before you got back."

"You should've slept, babe." He sighed and picked Kurt up to carry him to the bed, he still didn't trust him to walk by himself quite yet. He tucked him under the covers. "Sleep, honey. I'll be here soon."

"I'm fine! I don't want to sleep!" Kurt pouted.

"You need it to get better though. Do you want to watch a movie maybe? We can go to the couch." Kurt nodded, he didn't want to be left alone again.

"Will Marie mind?"

"I'm sure she won't. Can you walk by yourself?" asked Blaine softly.

"Yeah..." Kurt replied a little shakily. "You'll have to steady me though."

"Of course." Blaine helped Kurt up and led him into the living room. He found Marie sitting where they had left her. "We're going to watch a movie. You're welcome to join us if you want," he said and smiled.

"Are you boys sure you don't mind?" she asked quietly. "I don't want to intrude..."

"No, of course not!" said Blaine and sat down on the couch with Kurt. The younger boy curled into Blaine's lap, his exhausted head drooping onto his shoulder, his eyes almost instantly drifting shut. Within minutes, he was asleep, sucking one thumb, the other fisted in Blaine's shirt. Marie frowned.

"It doesn't look like he looks after himself well,” she whispered.

"He wasn't well treated at the care home we stayed at. I wasn't exactly well treated either, bit Kurt was blind. The kids stole his food and he never got to go to the doctor. His immune system and lungs are very weak,” said Blaine quietly.

"Poor baby," she murmured, running a gentle hand through his soft hair. She kissed Blaine on his forehead. "You too. How long was he there for?"

"I'm okay," Blaine shrugged. "I was only there for a few months. He was there for like thirteen years." Marie sighed and looked into her son’s eyes.

"Blaine... I want to pay for your college. And I want to buy you an apartment in New York."

"No, mom." Blaine shook his head. "I won't let you do that. We can support ourselves."

"I know you can. But I bought Cooper's first apartment and we paid for his tuition. It's only fair,” she said stubbornly.

"Mom, I- I can't accept that... It's too much." Marie shook her head.

"It's no more than I gave your brother."

"It's still too much... I-I'm not used to people doing things like that for me. For us..."

"I don't care, Blaine, it's happening. Now you can spend your money on your wedding." She kissed his forehead again. Blaine smiled.

"You have no idea how much it means, mom... We'll make sure that the wedding is perfect." He put Kurt down to rest against the pillows and stood up to give her a hug. "Thank you..."

"It's absolutely fine, honey,” she smiled, hugging him back. "Now, I'd better go, but here," She slipped a piece of paper into his hand. "That's mine and Cooper's numbers, call us both, okay?" Blaine kissed her cheek gently.

"I'll call you." Then he led her out the door and threw her one last smile before closing the door behind her. Kurt was curled into a tiny ball on the couch, he was exhausted. He'd only eaten two sips of soup all day. Blaine crawled up next to Kurt on the couch, not bothering to move them to their bedroom, and wrapped his arms around him. He was so skinny, way too skinny. Blaine was happy with the day's events though. His mother was back with him and he couldn't ask for anything else. He fell asleep quickly, smiling into the crook of Kurt's neck.