The car ride was completely silent. Blaine kept glancing over at Kurt out of the corner of his eye to make sure he was okay. He wasn't, of course. Kurt gripped his phone with both hands and stared out of the window. It was late and there wasn't much to see other than the darkness, and the passing headlights of cars and semis.

They reached the hospital around one in the morning. Kurt and Finn were in the lead with Rachel and Finn trailing behind. Carol came and met them in the lobby. Kurt was still a wreck.

"Where is he? Is he okay?" Kurt gasped.

Carol had been crying. She sniffed and took Kurt's hand. She forced a smile, "He's sleeping right now. The Doctor's said he's going to be fine."

"Yes, but what happened?"

Carol looked to both Finn and Kurt. "We were getting ready to head up to the show and we were on the road when he started complaining that his chest hurt and h-he..." Carol was struggling to keep control. Kurt reached out and hugged her.

"But he'll be okay?" Kurt asked.

"They're going to keep him for observation for a while." Carol replied.

Kurt glanced back and saw Blaine standing with a lost look on his face. He wanted to rush into his arms but a part of Kurt was still mad Blaine for the whole Sebastian debacle. Kurt took a deep breath to calm down.

"When can I see him?"

Carol frowned, "Maybe in the morning sweetie."

Kurt's jaw was tight. He nodded, "I want to stay here until I can see him."

They all went to the waiting room. Finn was holding Rachel in a hug on one of the couches. She was falling asleep in his arms, her hair still a bit of a mess from the wig for Madame Morrible. Finn started to doze too with Carol already a sleep in one of the other chairs. Blaine was next to Kurt; he kept his hands to himself afraid to upset Kurt.

After another hour when both Finn and Rachel were asleep Blaine decided to get up and head out. Kurt wondered where he went but didn't openly question it. A few minutes later Blaine returned with two small cups of steaming liquid, He stood in front of Kurt and presented him with one. Kurt looked at the cup and then to Blaine. He swallowed his pride and took it. It was hot chocolate.

"They didn't have any fresh coffee." Blaine said sheepishly. "I figured this was better than just water."

Kurt blew across the cup to cool the hot chocolate. "Thank you."

Blaine nodded and took his seat again. They were silent each sipping their hot chocolate with care. Kurt took a deep breath and inclined his head in Blaine's direction.

"Thank you, for driving me here. It was really kind of you." Kurt said in a formal manner.

This resulted in a light scoff from Blaine beside him. "Kurt, you know that I would do anything for you. Not even a question."

"Why were you spending time with Sebastian?" Kurt asked.

"Kurt-" Blaine started but Kurt cut him off.

"I'm not trying to dictate who you can and cannot hang out with Blaine, I want you to understand that. I don't want tobe Sebastian because I did…I do trust you Blaine. I just don't like that he helped to plan something that was supposed to come from you." Kurt explained.

Blaine set his hot chocolate down on the table in front of them amongst the outdoor, and women magazines. He turned to face Kurt fully. Gently he took Kurt's cup out of his hand and placed it on the table as well. Blaine took Kurt's hands.

"Kurt, I'm sorry. I know I said that at least a dozen times before and after a while it starts to lose it's meaning, but I mean it each and every time I say it. I'm dumb, Kurt, I really am. I don't want to screw this up. I am crazy about you Kurt, and I should never have gone to Sebastian. Please believe me when I say that you are the only person I ever want to be with." Blaine finished with a sharp exhale and waited for Kurt to reply.

Kurt was quiet and pensive. He stared at Blaine with a neutral expression, it was hard to feel anything with his Dad laying in a hospital bed on the other side of those twin doors. Kurt gently squeezed Blaine's hands. He wanted to smile but he couldn't.

"I believe you." Kurt sighed, "I just want you to be more open with me and promise me that from here out all of the gifts you give me will be strictly your idea?"

Blaine grinned faintly and leaned in hoping to snag a kiss. "I solemnly swear."

Kurt, instead of kissing him, took his arms and wrapped them around Blaine. Blaine hugged him in return and they just held each other. The comforting feeling of Blaine's arms around him made Kurt cry again. He let his emotions flow. Blaine hugged him tighter and rested his head on Kurt's as he buried his face into Blaine's shoulder.

The following morning arrived and Kurt had only dozed off for twenty minutes at a time in Blaine's arms. Blaine had stayed awake the entire time. He told Kurt he wanted to make sure he would be alright and looked after. Blaine went with Finn to grab a fresh round of coffee and muffins for everyone. Carol was off speaking with the Doctor while Kurt sat with Rachel in the waiting room.

"Kurt, are you doing alright?" Rachel asked, her voice was soft almost a whisper.

"My father is in the hospital for the second time this year. DO I look like I'm doing all right?" Kurt was exhausted but he tried not to let it show.

Rachel sulked a little in her seat. She shrugged her shoulders nervously and pulled on the sleeves of her cardigan. "I'm sorry. I just never know how to start conversations in times like this. That's an awful question to ask. I'm sorry."

Kurt frowned and felt guilty for snapping. "No. It's alright, I'm just a little on edge. I know what you meant and thank you Rachel. By the way, I didn't get to say but you were wonderful last night."

Kurt could tell Rachel wanted to smile and take the praise with open arms but she struggled with the situation they were in. Her face went back and forth between a smile and a reluctant frown. She nodded and gave a modest grin.

"Thanks, you were pretty great too." Kurt smirked a little bit.

Blaine and Finn came back with their hands and arms full.

"They had a couple muffins and some donuts. I wasn't sure what anyone would have wanted." Finn said, he held a coffee in one hand and the other had a plate towering with breakfast pastries.

"Here you go." Blaine handed Kurt his cup of coffee. "It's not your usual but I figured it'd do."

Kurt smiled, grateful. "I'll manage."

"How are you doing man?" Finn asked nibbling on the side of a glazed donut.

Kurt glanced around at them before taking to staring at his coffee. "I've managed before. I'm more worried about him than myself to be honest."

Blaine put his hand on Kurt's knee and gave it a squeeze of reassurance. Blaine didn't say anything but Kurt could read the message in his eyes. Courage. He wasn't sure what he would do if Blaine weren't here with him.

Carol came back into the waiting room, all eyes fell on her. She had bags under her eyes, "We can go see him." she said with a hopeful grin.

Burt was laying in bed, an IV sticking out of his arm and a tray of what remained of his hospital breakfast on the rolling table beside his table. Kurt smiled and almost broke into tears again looking at him. Their eyes met and a smile immediately grew on Burt's face, his eyes lighting up when he saw his son. Carol, Kurt and Finn were the first to enter. Rachel and Blaine lingered behind in the doorway.

"Dad." Kurt breathed. He blinked and tears fell. There was no controlling them.

"Hey, Kurt." Burt said, his voice was weak and tired. 'Finn. My boys."

Finn and Kurt looked at each other and smiled proudly. Carol moved to one of the chairs in the room and took a seat. Kurt took Burt's hand, tears still rolling down his face.

"How did the play go? Sorry we missed it." Burt asked.

Kurt scoffed, "It was good. And you don't need to be sorry, there is always next time I'm in one."

Burt caught sight of Rachel and Blaine near the door. His gaze stayed on Blaine, "Who is that?"

Kurt glanced back, "Oh," he beckoned for Blaine to come closer. Blaine stepped closer and stood politely by the bedside. "Dad, this is Blaine."

Recognition registered in Burt's eyes. He lifted his other hand and extended it to Blaine. "Blaine, it's nice to meet you."

Blaine was hesitant to grab his hand but took it. "Nice to meet you too sir."

"Sir?" Burt remarked with a corner smirk to Kurt. "He really is polite isn't he? So you're the Blaine I've heard so much about? You were missed at Thanksgiving."

Blaine opened his mouth and looked to Kurt. "Yes, I'm sorry I couldn't make it."

"Kurt tells me that you study music?" Burt pushed up in bed a little.

"Y-yes sir, I'm actually in the musical with Kurt. too." Blaine said still polite as ever.

"Kurt told me." Burt said. "Speaking of which don't you have another performance tonight? What are you all doing here?"

Kurt sat on the edge of the bed, "Dad, you're in the hospital that takes precedence over some musical."

Burt gave him a look, even sick Kurt felt the guilt under the stern fatherly look. "Kurt. You worked hard, if you guys leave now you can make it back."

"No." Kurt said quickly. "I'm not leaving you."

"K-Kurt," Rachel decided it would be nice to give her input. "Your dad is right, we should get back. We can be back with plenty of time to make tonight's show."

"Then go." Kurt said looking at her.

No one said anything for a minute. She nodded and glanced to Finn.

"Burt I'm glad you're okay but, I gotta get Rachel back for the show tonight." Finn said.

Burt nodded and reached up and patted Finn on the arm. "I'm not going anywhere, at least for a few days."

Finn and Rachel sad their goodbyes and after giving his mom a hug and some words of encouragement to stay strong, they left the hospital. Kurt still refused to leave, Blaine looked like he wanted to argue but something told Kurt that he wasn't going to in order to stay on Kurt's good side. He just wanted to prevent another argument.

Carol went out to fill out some paperwork, and Kurt moved to get some coffee and talk to the staff about the possibility of better curtains and maybe some more pillows for his dad. This left Blaine in the room awkwardly with Burt. Kurt put in a complaint and a request for more pillows. He grabbed a new cup of coffee for both him and Blaine and headed back to the room. As he approached he heard voices within the room between Blaine and Burt. Kurt stopped, curious when he heard his name brought up. He peaked through the door and saw Blaine, his back to him talking with his dad in bed.

"Kurt is very lucky to have found someone like you. I'm really glad." Burt said.

"Actually, sir, I think I'm the one who is lucky. Kurt is one of the most compassionate people I've ever met." Blaine was saying. Kurt felt his stomach flutter with butterflies. He smiled outside the door.

"Yeah, he gets that from his mother I think." Burt said. Kurt could hear the sad smile in his voice. "He's one of a kind."

"He sure is. But in all honesty sir, I think he gets the compassion from you. I haven't seen much of your relationship but Kurt has talked about you so much. I'm actually-" he paused for a second and let out a small laugh, "I'm actually very envious of the relationship you two have. My Dad wasn't very accepting of who I am."

Kurt's brow furrowed. He had never heard Blaine speak of his parents before, even when Kurt questioned about them Blaine was reluctant to say anything.

"Well, I can't be around for Kurt all the time especially since he's at college. You're a good kid Blaine, I can see that and I don't think Kurt could have found anyone better." Burt said.

Kurt took a deep breath and pushed the door open walking in with a grin on his face. He startled Blaine a little but his boyfriend smiled back at him. Kurt handed him his coffee.

"What were you two talking about?" Kurt asked.

"This and that." Blaine replied. "We both think that if the two of us leave now, we can get back for Wicked." he said this carefully like he was testing to see what Kurt would do.

Kurt sipped his coffee thoughtfully. "Blaine, you could go. In fact you should go the Fiyero understudy just won't cut it."

"Neither would the Boq." Blaine said with a glance to Burt.

"Kurt." His sad started, "I wanted you go. I'm fine just gotta stay here for a few days. I don't want you to miss such an opportunity because I'm in a hospital bed."

Kurt opened his mouth to argue but closed it again. He stared at his dad not wanting to leave the bedside. Blaine's hand enclosed around his.

"I don't want to leave you." Kurt finally said his voice breaking.

Burt sighed, "I know you don't. But do this for me, go play Bic…uhh Boq for me will you?"

Kurt took a deep breath and finally smiled upon letting it out. "Fine." he replied still not pleased with the idea. "I'll call you after it's over and maybe we can come-"

"Kurt." Burt said sternly.

"Alright." Kurt went over to the side of the bed and kissed his dad on the top of the head. He gave him one last look before leaving with Blaine. The whole ride back Kurt felt his stomach churn part of him regretting the decision to leave. Blaine turned the radio on low and sang along with whatever came on. Bleeding Love came on the radio and Kurt was helpless to smile. He turned his head to Blaine and they both sang along.

The second performance of Wicked went just as splendid as the first. Sebastian was nowhere in sight, which was always a plus for Kurt. Everyone cleared out of the greenroom and the theatre after the performance. All of them were heading toward the house of the director for the cast party. Kurt wasn't in the mood to party and would just have preferred to go back to his room. He went in search of Blaine and couldn't find him outside or in the greenroom.

The place that Kurt found him was on the stage itself. He was going over a dance move from the number, Dancing Through Life. Kurt stayed off in the wings watching in utter silence for a minute before walking out onto the stage. He clapped his hands. Blaine stopped and looked up. He let out a hollow laugh.

"Hey." he greeted, wiping the bead of sweat from his brow.

"Hey. What are you doing?" Kurt moved closer.

"I messed up one of these moves tonight, I need to make sure I nail it tomorrow." Blaine explained.

"I heard what you said." Kurt said.

Blaine eyed him, perplexed. "I'm sorry?"

"What you said in the hospital to my dad." Kurt folded his hands together behind his back. Blaine's face was already a little red but it deepened with slight embarrassment.

"You were spying then?" Blaine asked placing his hands on his hips.

"I'm not a very good spy. I just happened to overhear it on my way in." He paused. "I was a little surprised I didn't see Sebastian tonight." Kurt didn't mean to sound so passive aggressive. Blaine licked his lips and reached out for Kurt's hands. He took both of them.

"Kurt. Sebastian means nothing to me, the song was stupid and I'm sorry." Blaine said. Kurt could see the pain in Blaine's eyes.

"I know. But, I guess the performance was still stunning. Not many guys I know would serenade me in a busy coffee shop." Kurt said. "But I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have acted like that, I should know to trust you. I'm just a silly romantic."

Blaine smirked, "It's not silly." he leaned forward and pressed his lips on Kurt's. Kurt brought his arms up and rested them on Blaine's shoulder and laced his fingers behind Blaine's neck. After a few long seconds Kurt broke and exhaled.

Blaine tilted his head back and watched Kurt trying to read his expression. Kurt kept his forearms on Blaine's shoulders.

"I was so proud of you tonight." He said with a giant smile. "And last night. But not just for the performance, I'm so proud to be with you."

Blaine's eyes watered over, "I want you to be."

Kurt returned the smile and closed the distance between the two of them again. They kissed once more. This kiss said a lot of things, thank you for everything, I'm proud of everything you are, and I love you.