Kurt's alarm went off at five and he groaned. He had fever and he felt so sick it was unbelievable and the sound from his alarm was hurting his ears. He whined, hiding his face in Blaine's shoulder. His entire body was shivering, it was obvious that he was ill.

"Hey Kurt? Are you okay? What's wrong, honey?" asked Blaine when he woke up to the sound of the alarm.

"D-Don't feel well," he whimpered. "I have a fever and I f-feel sick. I have a c-crap immune system I get s-sick all the time." He made to get up, going to get ready for school, but everything was spinning and he was shaking badly. Blaine pulled Kurt down on his bed again.

"No, no, no. You're not going anywhere, Mr. Hummel. You're going to lie here all day and I’m going to take care of you. You're sick, you can't go to school." Kurt curled back under the sheets, his blank eyes wide with confusion.

"B-but I always g-go to school when I'm ill..." Blaine frowned.

"Why? You should be in bed." He kneeled on Kurt’s bed. "You need sleep, honey."

"Are you g-going to school?" Kurt asked, the idea of being alone and ill, trapped in darkness, making him scared.

"No," said Blaine calmly. "I'm going to stay here and take care of you. Just like I promised I always will, okay?"

"Okay," Kurt whimpered, curling towards Blaine. "B-Blaine I think I'm going to throw up..."

"Oh..." Blaine thought quickly and handed him a plastic bag that was lying on the floor. Kurt hurled in the bag, tears of embarrassment rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm s-sorry..." he whimpered. Blaine sat down on the edge of the bed and curled his fingers into Kurt's sweaty hair, feeling his forehead at the same time.

"It's not your fault, Kurt. And you're burning up! I think you need to see a doctor... How often does this happen?"

"About once a month…" Kurt mumbled. Honestly, he wasn't sure. For as long as he could remember, he'd gotten ill a lot.

"Okay, we’re going to a doctor," Blaine decided. There were so many things around and with Kurt that needed to be fixed. Blaine's goal was to fix them all.

"Do I have to?" Kurt groaned, he hated doctors.

“I want you to." Blaine carefully stroke Kurt's cheek. "You can't get sick all the time. It's not good for you."

"Okay," the younger boy breathed, pressing his hand into Blaine's touch like a lonely kitten. "But you'll stay with me?"

"Always," Blaine whispered before pressing his lips to Kurt's forehead. "Can you sleep while I go make a few phone calls?"

"I can try," Kurt mumbled, pulling the blankets tighter around his shivering form. "Love you..."

"Love you too.” Blaine kissed his hair gently, then stood up. "Go to sleep. I'll be back really soon." Kurt nodded, letting his eyes shut as he drifted into a feverish sleep.

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Blaine came back about an hour later and found Kurt soundly asleep. He curled up next to him in bed and waited for him to wake up. Kurt woke not long after, stirring awake.

"Hey..." he mumbled weakly. ”Who did you call?"

"Lots of people. Which means I have lots to tell you," Blaine smiled. "First of all, you're getting a dog. We'll go pick him up next week. Second, we will be taking the test to transfer to Dalton on Monday and yes, you will be able to do it. They'll have it specially arranged for you. And then... right! I called after some apartments I've been looking at. I'm going to check them out this weekend. If you're well enough, you can come with me. And best of all, well, not really, but still… We're going to go shopping, new clothes for both me and you. We'll do it as soon as you have recovered." Blaine was practically glowing with excitement. Kurt smiled weakly, curling into Blaine's strong chest.

"Thank you," he mumbled. "You do so much for me... I don't deserve it." The loud bell went off for breakfast and Kurt whined, covering his ears as the noise, louder thanks to his enhanced hearing, tore through his head like knives.

"I'll go get some food. I'll try to sneak some up for you as well. Then we'll just call school and say that we're sick."

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Kurt asked weakly, he didn't want to be any trouble.

"No, don't. I can handle this on my own. You need rest." He kissed Kurt's cheek before leaving the room. He walked down the halls towards the dining hall when he heard something.

"Yeah, that Hummel kid is a fucking idiot. He's a blind freak who thinks he owns the world. And now, a rumor goes around that he has a boyfriend. Some guy named Anderson, his new roommate..." Blaine turned the corner and found Karofsky talking to some guy that Blaine hadn't seen before. He tried to walk by them unnoticed, but no such luck...

"Hey!" Karofsky shouted. "Anderson! Is it true you and freak are together? You both faggots?" Karofsky laughed, the other guy chuckling next to him. Blaine clenched his fists and kept walking, trying to ignore them.

"He a dirty fag, Anderson?" Karofsky mocked louder. "You fucked him yet? Is he just your little bitch?" Blaine couldn't take it any longer. He strode up to Karofsky and pressed him up against the wall. Blaine was remarkably strong for his size.

"You say one more word about Kurt and I'll kick your ass. He's so much more of a man than you'll ever be!" Karofsky laughed, though it was a little strained. The kid was stronger than he'd expected.

"Come on man... You have to admit he's a freak!"

"He's the most beautiful and compassionate person I've ever met. I warn you, Karofsky. One more word..." The boy rolled his eyes and pushed Blaine off him.

"Whatever Anderson,” he muttered. "You can't just come here and act like you're in charge. I've been in charge here since I was ten."

"I'm not trying to be in charge, you fucking asshole. I'm just trying to make you understand that Kurt is a human being with feelings and that he's a whole lot smarter than you, idiot!" Blaine shoved him hard, then turned his back to them to walk away.

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Kurt was curled in bed, sniffling when Blaine came back in later. He looked up.

"You took forever, did Dave give you trouble?" he whispered. Blaine stopped for a moment.

"I- Uh... Let's not talk about that right now." Kurt obviously couldn’t see his black eye. Dave had hit him over the eye when he tried to leave, but after that, he had run away. He didn't want to fight. But the younger boy wasn’t stupid. He lifted his hand as Blaine sat down on the bed. Kurt frowned, feeling Blaine's face and gasped at the slightly swollen area by Blaine's eye.

"Did he... Did he hit you?"

"Well... yes," he admitted nervously. "It's fine though. Doesn't hurt that bad..." Kurt's blank eyes became wet with tears.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." he whispered. "It's my fault..."

"No, no, it's not. It's- It's just them. They were talking about you and I just couldn't take it. I can't take it when people say crap about you that isn't even remotely true. I just can't. I didn't hit him back though. But it was close." Blaine took Kurt's hand gently in his own. "I'm fine, Kurt."

"You... You promise?" Kurt asked, his bottom lip wobbling. His fever was taking hold.

"Yes, positive. Now," said Blaine and pulled out some food from his pockets. "I have some juice, water, a sandwich and an apple for you. Eat whatever feels right. You need something though." Kurt slowly took a few sips of the water and ate around half of the apple.

"I don't feel g-great Blaine..." he whimpered. "I c-can't eat any m-more..."

"Okay, that's fine." Blaine put away everything except the water. "The water's here, on the nightstand. Drink whenever you get thirsty, baby. But now, try to sleep again. You need it. Do you want me to lie down next to you?" Kurt nodded.

"Please… When do I have to go to the doctor?" Blaine lay himself down next to Kurt and pulled him to rest his head on his chest.

"We're going at three in the afternoon. They'll check your eyes as well, since you've missed appointments. You can sleep until then. I'll wake you up." Blaine kissed Kurt's head and played gently with his hair.

"Thank you,” he mumbled, drifting off to sleep again. Blaine found himself not being able to do anything while Kurt was sleeping. He could've read a book, done a little homework or anything, but Kurt kept distracting him with cute little sleep noises and by pulling himself closer to Blaine, nuzzling his chest in his sleep.

"I love you so much," Blaine whispered and buried his face in Kurt's hair. "So, so much."

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At around two, Kurt woke to Blaine shaking him lightly. He whined, curling closer to his boyfriend and trying to go back to sleep.

"Not yet,” he mumbled. "Still sleepy!" Blaine chuckled lightly.

"We have to go, Kurt. We can't miss this appointment. Come on, baby." Kurt whined once more but nodded, sitting up weakly, his hair all over the place. Blaine helped Kurt get dressed and fix his hair. He kissed Kurt's cheek once they were finished.

"Come on, you're ready now."

They drove to the hospital in silence, but Blaine could see how tense Kurt was.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"I don't... I don't like hospitals,” he mumbled feverishly. "Almost all of the doctors there are homophobic. They hate me." Blaine nodded. He knew that. He gripped Kurt's hand and ran his thumb over the back of it.

"I'll be by your side all the time." Kurt nodded, letting himself relax a little, but he still wasn't happy.

"Kurt, we're here now," said Blaine ten minutes later. He opened the door on Kurt's side and looked down at the boy. He was paler than ever. His forehead was sweaty and his body looked exhausted. Blaine unfastened his seat belt. "Can you walk by yourself or should I carry you?" Blaine offered his arms.

"W-Would you?" Kurt's breath was coming out in harsh gasps, his lungs felt like they were on fire.

"Of course." He gathered Kurt up in his arms and then slowly started walking towards the hospital. Kurt gasped for breath, hiding his face in Blaine's shoulder.

"Kurt? Can you breathe?" he asked seriously, stopping in his tracks. "Kurt, please answer me." The boy couldn't speak, he just shook his head, grasping Blaine, scared. Blaine lay Kurt down on the ground before standing up and shouting.

"Help! Please, help!" A man ran up to him.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"He- He can't breathe. Please, go get help!" The man simply nodded and ran inside. Help came quickly and Kurt was rushed into the hospital, the staff trusting Blaine to follow. The older boy had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that Kurt wasn't with him. Kurt wasn't in his arms. Kurt was on a table and people he didn't know were cutting him open. Blaine couldn't take it. He was shaking and crying violently as he was told to "Wait in the hall and stay calm". Like hell he would!

"My boyfriend is in there and you're telling me to stay calm!?" He banged his fist into the wall with frustration and heard the bones crack. His hand was blue and it hurt like hell, but he didn't care. "I need to see him. I need to. Please!" he begged the nurse. He tried to move his hand and winced in pain. But the nurse just shook her head, gave him another glass over water and then left him there.

Another nurse came out around an hour later.

"Family of Kurt Hummel?" she asked softly. She caught Blaine's eye and walked over, sitting down next to him. "He'll be alright... He had fluid on his lungs, we had to drain them... He also has undiagnosed asthma which is why it affected him this badly. He needs complete rest and to be kept warm. He'll be weak for a while, and we'd like him to use a wheel chair, at least until his surgery wounds heal." Blaine nodded.

"I-I'm his boyfriend." No need to hide it now. "And as long I know he'll heal up, I'm okay. But could you take a look at his eyes, too? He's blind, but he hasn't had a check up in a long time." Blaine tried to help himself up on his feet, but cried out with pain when his hand touched the floor. “Fuck!” The nurse put a hand on his shoulder to soothe him.

"I will, but first I'm going to get you sorted out so that you can come and see him."

An hour later, Blaine's hand was encased in plaster and the kind nurse was leading him to Kurt's room.

"I have to go now,” she said. “And I'm afraid that the doctor who is going to look at Mr. Hummel's eyes is... Well, not exactly understanding of homosexuality. He may not be gentle..."

"With Kurt or with words? Because I can take words," Blaine asked worriedly.

"Both,” she sighed, opening the door to Kurt's room. "I'll see you later."

Kurt was propped up in bed, he had stark white bandages strapping his chest up, a little blood shining through, and he as even more pale than usual, his hair sweaty and messy, his breathing wheezed out from his chest.

"B-Blaine?" he whimpered.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed out and then started crying. "Kurt, I'm so sorry. So, so sorry.” He gripped Kurt's hand and kissed it. "I was so scared..."

"Why are you sorry?" he forced out weakly. "I'm the one that should be apologizing. I didn't mean to scare you, love." He reached out a hand to stroke Blaine's hair.

"I should've known earlier. I should have. Your breathing was irregular. I should have just called an ambulance and- fuck, I'm sorry, Kurt. You have nothing to apologize for. It's not your fault." Blaine suddenly heard steps outside of the door. He panicked, then leaned in close to whisper in Kurt's ear. "Look, the doctor's a homophobe, so let's just pretend that I'm your cousin. I'll be here all the time." He kissed Kurt's lips quickly, then settled in a chair next to him and wiped his eyes. Kurt nodded, but he instantly tensed up, Blaine should be fine but people could always just tell he was gay. He was shaking badly, he felt so ill. All he wanted was to hold Blaine's hand but he knew that he couldn't. He let out a tiny sob, tears running down his face as the door swung open. The doctor was young and stern looking. Kurt couldn't see him but he could feel the waves of disapproval coming off the man.

"Kurt Hummel?" asked the man with disgust in his voice. "So, you're blind and gay?"
"Hey, don't talk to him like that!" said Blaine who was already getting angry.

"And who are you? His boyfriend?” the doctor sneered.

"Yes, I am," said Blaine, not able to lie. He grabbed Kurt's hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Ugh," the man made a disgusted sound. "Okay, so eyes." He turned to Kurt, but was clearly distracted by their relationship. Kurt flinched, whining in pain as the doctor handled him roughly.

"P-Please," he begged. "I only just came out of surgery." The man snorted.

"Not my problem, fa-" He hastily cleared his throat. Blaine stood up.

"You need to leave. Right now. We'll find another doctor." Blaine saw the man getting angry and opening his mouth to say something. "If you say one more bad word about any of us two, I will sue the crap out of you. You know I can." The man glared at Blaine.

"So am I to presume you don't want to know my diagnosis?"

"I'm pretty sure we know Kurt is blind. But if you have something more to say about it, do tell," Blaine gritted through his teeth.

"If he'd been seen regularly when he was younger, there would have been a good chance we could have saved his sight. As it is now, there's no chance." The doctor was smirking, as if he enjoyed hurting Kurt like this. The sick boy took a pained gasp. The hospital could have made him see... The home had robbed him the chance to be normal.

"Are you-" Blaine swallowed. "Are you sure? No chance what so ever?"