"Blaine? Come on, open up sweetie." Kurt had his forehead pressed against his old bedroom door. He was listening to the silent sniffles on the other side of the wooden barrier as he begged Blaine to let him in. "Please, open the door. My parents will start to suspect something's up."

"Go away." Came a muffled voice from inside. "I just want to be alone."

"Blaine, honey, I'm going to have to come in anyway, okay? I know you want to be alone, but I can't just leave you like this." Kurt tentatively turned the door knob, internally thanking his Dad for never installing that lock after all. He entered slowly and saw Blaine sitting on the chair near the desk, his feet were pulled up on the desk with him and he had tears streaming down his face. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and he was visibly shaking.

Blaine looked up at Kurt slowly, looked away twice as fast, and went to stand up quickly, causing an unbearable pain to shoot through his ribs, and he fell to the floor with a thud. Kurt was immediately by his side, and helping him up silently. He helped Blaine walk over to the bed, and helped him relax into a laying position. Kurt laid down next to him and wiped the tears from his face.

Blaine tried to convince himself that he wanted nothing more than Kurt to leave, but his heart wouldn't agree with his brain and was absorbing all the comfort he could from having Kurt next to him. He turned to face Kurt, ignoring the pain in his ribs. "Kurt?" He asked feebly.

"Yes, love?"

"Can we not stay here tonight please."

"What, why not?" Kurt sat upright and helped Blaine do the same.

"It doesn't matter...forget I mentioned it." Blaine couldn't do it. How was he supposed to just tear Kurt away from his family.

"Tell me Blaine." Kurt had a sternness in his voice that Blaine knew he wouldn't be getting around. He'd have to tell him.

"Because...well...it's just you and your Dad and..." Blaine let out a choked sob and fell into Kurt's arms and continued to cry there. Kurt held him close and stroked his hair soothingly. "Why can't they love me like your parents love you Kurt? Why? Why don't I have a family?" He sobbed into Kurt's neck.

So that's why he's been acting off. Kurt thought. His heart broke for the poor man in his arms as everything finally came clear to him. "Shit, Blaine I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry, Blaine."

Blaine broke free of the hug gently, and took Kurt's hands in his. "Why are you sorry? I'm the one trying to push you all away because I'm too freaking jealous."

"Because, in your eyes, it has probably looked like I was flaunting my family in front of you when you'd just lost yours, but that's not it at all Blaine. You do have a family. You're a part of this family Blaine, we all love you, especially me. Carole and Burt already think of you as a third son, and one day you will be. Hang in there, sweetie. You're not alone, you're a part of this family whether you like it or not, and one day, you'll be Blaine Hummel, we'll get rid of the Anderson part of your name and then, after that, there might even be little Hummels to add to the family. I promise you, whether it's the family we have with Burt, Carole, Finn, and Rachel, the family that the two of us make by being together, or the family we'll have when we're older, you will always have a family." Kurt looked Blaine directly in the eye, and stroked his tears away with a thumb, ignoring the ones running down his own face. "You will always have a place to call home, and you will always have me to call your own. I love you Blaine Anderson."

"Oh, Kurt. I love you too." He flung his arms back around Kurt's neck and hugged him tightly. Kurt held him there until he moved out of the hug, and when he did, he kissed his deeply on the lips. When they finally broke for air, they left their foreheads resting together.

"Come on, love. Let's go downstairs and speak to our parents." Kurt said. He could feel Blaine being hesitant, so he kissed him once more and squeezed his hand. Blaine nodded in confirmation, and Kurt helped him to stand by keeping an arm around his waist. When they got downstairs, they walked into the living room where Burt and Carole immediately became worried about the fact that they both had puffy eyes, Blaine's being the worst. "I think...Blaine might be in need of some family love." Kurt stated, kissing Blaine on the cheek.

Blaine looked up from the floor and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. He opened his mouth to protest, feeling embarrassed about asking for love, but he was stopped in his tracks when both Carole and Burt smothered him in a massive hug. He felt his throat tighten, he hadn't been hugged by his parents...ever. Now he thought about it, he had never once hugged his parents. His throat constricted even more at the thought of that. "We love you Blaine." Carole said gently into the group hug. That was all it took for Blaine to start crying again. He clung on tightly to his new found parents and they held him close until he stopped crying.

"I love you both too." He whispered. Burt gave him one last squeeze and Carole kissed him on the head as they broke away. He felt Kurt's arms instantly slide around his waist once he'd left the hug and he leaned back and sighed contently.

"Are you okay?" Kurt said softly into Blaine's ear.

"You know what, yes. Thank you Kurt." Blaine lent even further into his boyfriends warmth and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Have you told him yet?" Burt asked from across the room, breaking the happy silence.

"Oh yeah...Blaine honey, come and sit down." Blaine did as he was asked and sat next to Kurt on the sofa, twisting as much as he could bear, so they were facing. Kurt gave him an uneasy smile as he began to speak "So I was going through our bags..."

I unzip Blaine's bag, trying to find him any form of comfy clothes for when he leaves hospital. No, everything is tight and fashionable. I've taught him well. On the down side, he has nothing to wear waiting for his ribs to heal. He can't exactly walk out of hospital in pyjamas. How's he even going to get a t-shirt on with the combination of the arm and ribs? I continue rummaging through the bag in hope of finding something that could work when I come across a white envelope labelled "tickets."

I open the packet and find two park and two aeroplane tickets to Disneyland Paris for two weeks time. Our tickets home are also in there, but they're labelled for 3 weeks time. I thought we were going straight home in four days. But then it hits me. We're revisiting all the places that are important to Blaine that I'd forgotten. We'd been to Disneyland? In Paris?

Suddenly my brain is flooded with me blowing out the candles to a cake in a hotel room. Standing on top of the Eiffel tower, kissing Blaine. Blaine running to the bathroom to be sick after the worst ride, whilst I tried to be sympathetic, but he had eaten four doughnuts ten minutes before we went on. The entire holiday came flooding back to me. Our first holiday, which Blaine had got me tickets for my birthday present on my 19th birthday. My hands were trebling. I'd remembered, and Blaine had spent a fortune on these tickets for nothing.

"I wasn't going to tell you, but I remembered where that got us last time, so, I'm sorry..."

"KURT! Don't be silly! You remembered! That's all I care about! I'm so proud of you!" Blaine grabbed Kurt's face in his hands and kissed him soundly on the lips. "You're amazing, Kurt."

"Thanks, love." Kurt smiled. "Do you still want to go or..?"

"I've been once. I don't think anything is going to top that time. How about we sell the tickets and spend the money on something else?"

"Okay. I'll change our flight date home now, should we head back in a week, it'll be comfortable enough for you to fly by then."

Blaine agreed and snuggled into Kurt's shoulder as he pulled out his laptop. Everything was slowly falling into place again.

Kurt looked down an hour later, and found Blaine fast asleep against his shoulder. He called Burt to help carry Blaine up to bed. Once Blaine had been placed on the bed, Kurt gently changed his trousers and boxers, he left the t-shirt, knowing it would be painful and wake Blaine up in his sleep. He gently removed the covers from under Blaine, and replaced them on top of him. He kissed Blaine on the head and went back downstairs, it was only 8:30 but Blaine was exhausted from the medication and healing process, and Kurt wasn't going to deny him sleep.

It was only a matter of minutes after Kurt had settled on the couch before there was a knock at the door. Kurt went to open it and found no other than an anxious puffy-eyed Cooper Anderson staring back at him.

"I think I have some explaining to do."