Kurt's shoulders slumped, He'd known it of course, but hearing it said so bluntly hurt.

"Okay. Now, go," said Blaine firmly. The doctor left and Blaine walked slowly up to Kurt. He settled on the bed next to him and wrapped his arms around him, knowing that was what he needed. "I wish I would've met you earlier..." he whispered softly.

"It's not your fault," Kurt whimpered. "It's just...That fucking home. They... I mean, they... If they'd just taken me to my fucking appointments!" Kurt sighed. "But there's no point in getting upset," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I am what I am."

"I know... It's their fault. We could- we could sue them. If you want to? I know it doesn't help, but it'd be kind of like revenge." Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead. The younger boy shrugged.

"I'm just not sure it's worth the stress." He leant into Blaine's comforting touch. "Did they say how long I had to stay? Can we go now? I hate hospitals..."
"You have to stay for a week, at least. You just got out of surgery... I'll try to call an eye expert doctor. I want someone who really knows this to look at your eyes, okay?" He held Kurt close as he spoke.

"You're going to have to go to school aren't you?" Kurt whispered, terrified at the thought of being at the hospital alone.

"No," Blaine shook his head. "No. I promised to never leave you. I'll give up everything to keep you safe." Kurt bit his lip.

"I suppose if we're transferring anyway... But are you sure we can't leave, Blaine? I'll rest, I promise. I just don't want to do it here..." he pouted. Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt gently.

"I'll talk to them. But I'm going to go now. I just need to call another doctor for your eyes, okay?" Kurt sighed.

"Blaine... What's the point?"

"I want to be sure. I want to be one hundred percent sure that this is permanent." He kissed Kurt again. "Please let me book another one..."

"Fine," Kurt mumbled sadly. There was only so many times that he could take hearing it was permanent. It was like Blaine read his boyfriend’s mind.

"I can talk to the doctor afterwards if you want to. You don't need to hear it, you know... I just want to be sure..." Kurt nodded.

"Okay... Then you'll ask if I can check out?"

"Sure. Will you be okay while I go make that call?"

"Y-Yeah... Just don't let that doctor come in here," he begged.

"I won't. I'll be right outside all the time, okay?" Blaine kissed Kurt once more before standing up and leaving the room. Kurt sighed and curled into bed, yelping as it hurt. Blaine came back fifteen minutes later. He curled up into bed again.

"Hey there, baby."

"Hey," Kurt whispered, curling against Blaine's chest. "What did he say?"

"The doctor will be here tomorrow morning. And you can go home after that." Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head and held him close. The sick boy nodded, shaking in Blaine's arms.

"You'll stay here all night?"

"Of course," Blaine replied softly. "I can't leave you."

"Thank you." He hissed in pain as he shifted. "I think my meds are wearing off,” he whimpered. Blaine pressed the button at the side of the bed. A nurse immediately entered. She was clearly not a homophobe since she smiled as soon as she saw them pressed together.

"What can I get you, Kurt?"
"I think he needs more painkilling meds," Blaine answered. She checked his vitals and nodded, changing the drip he was attached to.

"There you go honey. Do you boys want any food?"

"I'd like some. Kurt, do you want something to eat?" Kurt groaned.

"No? But you're going to make me eat anyway, aren't you?" he whined. Blaine shook his head.

"No, I won't. Just some water for him," he said to the nurse. She nodded, then disappeared. Kurt smiled.

"You're not making me eat?" he asked, surprised.

"Not today. You just had surgery. But tomorrow, you're going to eat again," Blaine laughed a little. "You can sleep, sweetie. You need that." Kurt nodded, burrowing into Blaine's chest like a kitten.

"Thank you," he whispered sleepily. "I thought... I thought I was going to die before, when I couldn't breathe." Blaine closed his eyes, trying not to think of it.

"I- I thought so too... You looked so lifeless, just lying there and I just-" Blaine sobbed. "I just can't lose you, Kurt. I can't..."

"You won't," Kurt mumbled. "I'm sorry that I didn't realize how ill I was."

"Again, not your fault..." He whispered softly into Kurt's hair. "Go to sleep, honey..." Kurt nodded, almost asleep before he remembered something.

"Did you call the home and tell them we are here?"

"No... Should I?" asked Blaine curiously. Kurt shrugged.

"They probably won't notice, but I just don't want to give them any reason to be mad at me..."

"I'll call them, Kurt. Just go to sleep first..." He rocked Kurt gently and sang in his ear, "Blow the candles out, looks like a solo tonight, I'm beginning to see the light. Blow the candles out, looks like a solo tonight, but I think I'll be alright…" Blaine's gentle rocking and singing sent Kurt to sleep quickly. He was completely worn out. he fell asleep, sucking his thumb, with the other hand grasping tightly to Blaine's shirt, as if to assure him that he was there. Blaine smiled when Kurt started sucking on his thumb. He was just so cute.

"I love you," he whispered before falling asleep. The phone call could wait. Right now, he needed to sleep and take care of his boyfriend.

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The clock was almost eight the next morning when Blaine shook Kurt awake gently.

"Kurt, the doctor will be here in ten minutes. Wake up, baby..." Kurt whined pitifully.

"It hurts, Blaine..." He hid his face in the older man’s chest.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry! I should- I should sit in the chair instead, I'm- I'm so sorry, Kurt..." Blaine sat up and started moving off the bed.

"No!" Kurt clung to Blaine. "You don't hurt me... I meant it hurts in general, d-don't go. Please?"

"Are you sure?" Blaine bit his lip and stopped moving. Kurt just nodded, gripping onto him.

"Stay. I need you here."

"Okay." He wrapped his arms around Kurt and pulled him in closer. "I love you so much."

“Love you too,” he whispered. "You promise we can go after this?"

"Yeah, they told me we could. As long as you don't walk for at least a week." Blaine suddenly heard steps outside and the door opened.
"Hi boys! You're Kurt Hummel, I suppose?" It was a quite good looking middle aged man who didn't seem to have any problem with homosexuality. He smiled warmly when he saw Blaine. "Your boyfriend here for support, Kurt?" The pale boy nodded nervously.

"You're... You're not homophobic?" he checked timidly. "My last doctor-"

"Well, I don't see any reason to be homophobic. Now, let's take a look at these eyes of yours." He sat down on the bed next to Kurt and started looking at Kurt's eyes. "Hmm... It's a shame you didn't go to your appointments. Why didn't you go?" Kurt relaxed slightly into Blaine and the doctor’s kind movements.

"I've lived at a care home since the accident,” he whispered. "They wouldn't take me to the hospital."

"That's a shame," he muttered. "Okay, I think I'm done here now. Do you want Blaine to hear my diagnosis too?" Blaine looked up.

"Actually, I think you can tell just me. That's what we said, right, Kurt?"

"Please..." Kurt whispered. The Doctor frowned but nodded, leaving Kurt and stepping into the corridor with Blaine.

"Why doesn't Mr. Hummel wish to hear?"

"He's heard it enough times, from bullies and everything. I knew before I booked you that there was no chance, but I couldn't take the risk. I just couldn't." Blaine smiled sadly and sighed. "Just tell me. He doesn't have to hear it again."

"There isn't... There isn't any natural way to enhance his eyesight. If he'd come in earlier, maybe, but not now.” He took in Blaine resigned face and placed a hand on his shoulder. "However, there is a surgery which might help by at least giving him partial vision... It's expensive and experimental and I can't recommend it until he's eighteen, but it's an option. I really think it would help him." Blaine's heart was beating fast, but he tried to calm down.

"How- how much would he be able to see? What do you mean by partial vision?"

"It's not an exact science..." the doctor sighed. ”But most patients who go through it need glasses afterwards, and they have no depth perception. But he should be able to see shapes and some detail, which is a great deal more than he can now." Blaine let out a sob of happiness and threw his arms around the doctor.

"Ohmygod! Thank you so much!" He stepped back, understanding what he had just done. "Eh, I'm sorry..." The doctor chuckled.

"Quite alright. But remember he does have to wait two years... And like I said, it's expensive."

"That's fine. Money's no problem and the age thing is... Well, we'll just have to deal with that. Can I go tell him?" Blaine asked with a hopeful grin.

"Of course,” the Doctor smiled. "I have to get to another patient anyway." Before he left, Blaine grabbed his arm and looked into his eyes.

"Really, thank you. Most people don't want to help us because of- well, because of our sexuality. So, thank you. It means a lot to both of us."

"My sister's gay,” he smiled gently. "You're very welcome." Blaine smiled broadly, truly happy. He turned and walked into the room again.

"Hey, baby," he said and cuddled down next to Kurt, almost unable to hide his excitement. Kurt frowned, snuggling into Blaine's side.

"Why are you so happy?"
"Because," He stroke Kurt's hair gently. "I have news. And they aren't old news that you already know. They're new news. Good news." Blaine grinned.

"They can..." Kurt barely dared to be hopeful. "They can make me see?"

"Partially. You can have a surgery when you're eighteen and after that, yes, you will be able to see. Not many details and it'll still be pretty bad. You'll need glasses too, but yes, Kurt. In two years, you'll be able to see." Blaine pressed Kurt closer to him and lets out a sob. "You'll be able to see, baby."

"I'll... I'll be able to see?" Kurt sounded like he couldn't be able to believe it, after most of his life in darkness he'd be able to see!

"Yes, Kurt. Yes, you will!" Blaine kissed Kurt's lips over and over again. Tears were raining down his cheeks as he kissed him. Soon enough, Kurt started crying too and pressed his lips to Blaine’s passionately.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Baby, don't thank me. It was that doctor. He just told me the truth and God,I'm so happy right now!" Blaine chuckled through his tears and kept kissing Kurt.

They had no idea that the doctor was standing in the doorway, peeking inside and smiling as he saw nothing but pure happiness.

Kurt curled into Blaine.

"I can't believe it..." he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

"Me neither... You'll be able to see me and- oh... What if I'm uglier than you think I am?" Blaine frowned, but Kurt just laughed.

"Impossible. I can see your heart remember?" he said softly, laying his hand on Blaine's chest. He chuckled, his voice filled with adoration.

"Kurt, you are my soul mate. I know that. I'm so, so happy with you, just like this." Blaine kissed Kurt's head over and over again, never letting him go.

"Me too... But I'll be able to see, Blaine! I won't be broken any more!"

“Hey... Do you really think you're broken?" He looked at Kurt seriously.

"Of course," Kurt shrugged as if it was obvious. "I'm a cripple."

"Kurt, you're not..." Blaine swallowed thickly. "You're not broken. You're amazing. Even if the doctor would've said it was permanent, you would still be perfect. Never broken." Kurt nodded uncertainly.

"Okay..." he whispered.

"So, so perfect. I promise, if you would see what I see when I look at you, you'd be blown away. You're outstanding, Kurt. You're beautiful and such a strong person. So much courage." Blaine rested his hand on Kurt's chest gently. The boy blushed, unable to take that many compliments.

"Thank you..." he stuttered. Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek sweetly.

"It's nothing. Are you tired?" Kurt was exhausted, but he shook his head.

"No... Can we go now?"

“Yes, we can go now. Let's get you a wheelchair."

"I can walk..." Kurt pouted unhappily.

"I'm sure you can, honey. You just aren't allowed for a while. Sorry, but it's for your own best." He kissed Kurt's lips again.

"Okay..." Kurt sniffled, sulking as Blaine went off in search of a wheelchair. Blaine came back with one a few minutes later.

"Baby, come here." He scooped Kurt up in his arms gently and then sat him down in the chair. "I checked you out, too. Let's go back." Kurt nodded, shifting uncomfortably in the chair.

"Did you call them last night?"

"Shit, I forgot..." Blaine mentally cursed himself for not calling. "I'll talk to them and explain when we get back." Kurt nodded again, nervously.

"How long do I have to stay in this thing?"

"Until your wounds heal. Possibly a little bit over two weeks or something." Blaine wheeled Kurt down the hall and back to his car. He lifted Kurt into the car as carefully as he could. The boy fell asleep long before they got to the care home, curled on his side, his thumb in his mouth. Blaine drove them back to the care home and let out a relieved sigh when he heard Kurt snoring softly, he needed sleep and rest. When he arrived, he decided to carry Kurt to their room instead of wheeling him in. It'd be easier not to wake him up that way. He picked his sleeping boyfriend up again and kissed his forehead.