As they got to the car, Leroy opened the door for him, but Rachel was trying to hoist him up into the car.

“I'm fine now Rach!” Blaine said, irritated.

Rachel raised an eyebrow. “You were in hospital for five days Blaine! Three of which you were comatose.”

Blaine went to retort when Leroy cut in, “She's just trying to help Blaine, let her,”

Blaine let out an agitated breath and allowed himself to be pushed up into the car.

He pulled his phone out of his slacks pocket as the car door shut and everyone got in. As they drove out of the hospital, he got a text.

'Have you spoken to Kurt?' -Rachel

'I was gonna wait till I see him' -Blaine

'Let him know you're ok.' -Rachel

'Can't you?' -Blaine

Blaine looked up at his sister next to him as she read the text. He watched as she wrote a reply, deleted it and then replied again.

'He'd rather hear it from you.' -Rachel

Blaine nodded and glanced at Rachel, who was now looking out of the window. He scrolled through his phone to find Kurt's name and clicked on him.

'I'm on my way home now. Hope you're ok. I heard what you did and thank you. It must have been hard. Xxxx'

Blaine sighed as he clicked send, not expecting a response. He rested his head against the window and bit his lip as he wished he could not feel bad about ignoring Kurt all that time.

The sky was dim when he woke up, and snow was starting to fall again. They were in their driveway, and Hiram's arms were wrapped around him to lift him out of the car. Blaine planted his feet on the floor, feeling tiny compared to his father.

“Thanks,” he muttered, eyes still drooping.

Hiram held onto him as they walked to the house.

“Do you want something to eat?” Leroy asked from in front of them.

Blaine looked up at him blearily and shook his head. “B-bed,” he said, yawning.

Leroy smiled and kissed the top of Blaine's head in goodnight.

Hiram took his weight again and lead him up the stairs to his room. He smiled as Blaine rubbed his fists into his eyes. He pulled the covers out with one hand and supported Blaine with the other.

Blaine sat down in his bed, tucking his feet in instantly and wrapping the blanket around himself as he shivered.

“Goodnight Blaine,” Hiram whispered, kissing his sleeping son on the top of his head.

His sleep was broken, with flashes of Karofsky and Azimio's faces and Kurt's swimming through his dreams while back in reality, each member of his family visited him in his room at least twice.

Just as he was dreaming that he was with Kurt again, he heard a tremendous scream in the back of his head and he woke violently. He sat abruptly, his hands flying to check his head. He hadn't needed bandages any more, so feeling his curls free was something foreign to him.

He tried not to think about how the scream he heard sounded an awful lot like the one he heard himself make after he had been attacked.

He jumped as his phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out with trembling fingers, he let out a sigh of relief as he saw that it was Kurt ringing him.

He answered it instantly.

“Kurt,” he breathed.

Kurt's breathing was heavy down the phone. “I'm outside your house.”

Blaine's brain failed him for a moment when he spoke. “Why?”

“I need to talk to you,” Kurt replied, still gaining his breath.

“Ok,” Blaine said softly, already pulling his blankets off him to go downstairs.

He jogged downstairs, feeling livelier after speaking to Kurt.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Leroy asked from the living room door as Blaine scooted passed.

“Kurt's outside, I really need to speak to him dad,” Blaine said, turning to his father with pleading eyes. “Please?”

Leroy nodded and retreated back into the living room, allowing his son some privacy.

Blaine watched as his dad closed the living room door behind him before pulling open the front door and revealing Kurt, who was leaning against the side of the door frame, holding his side.

“D-did you run over?” Blaine ask tentatively, shivering a little bit at the cold air that hit him.

Kurt nodded, and looked straight at Blaine with hopeful eyes.

It only took one stride, and Blaine had enveloped Kurt's body in his arms, his lips pressing against Kurt's hungrily.

It was a furious kiss, the kind that you can't decipher because there are too many emotions there, a kiss that doesn't tell you whether you're ok or not.

But Kurt responded eagerly, his eyes closing as his arms slipped around Blaine's shoulders, holding him in place.

As they broke apart, they were both panting, and Blaine leaned his forehead against Kurt's.

Kurt felt his heart swell and kept his eyes closed as he breathed, “I'm so in love with you.”

Blaine's eyes flew open.

It was 6:15AM when Kurt's eyes opened.

He could see the blurry red outline of the time on Blaine's alarm clock. The realisation of waking up next to Blaine again hit him and he sighed happily, glancing down at his boyfriend.

Their legs were tangled, and Blaine's head was resting on the crook of his shoulder. It was still dark out, and Blaine's curls were tickling his neck.

He shifted a little bit, trying to rearrange his arms around Blaine so he could sleep some more, when Blaine stirred.

The boy seemed to be trying to sort out his head when he suddenly looked up at Kurt, shock in his eyes.

“Do you ...” Kurt started, swallowing before continuing, “remember last night?”

Flashes of long limbs, secret smiles and whispered promises flew across Blaine's mind as he blinked up at Kurt.

Blaine nodded and leant up to kiss Kurt, murmuring “I love you,” right before he claimed Kurt's lips as his own again.

After an hour of whispered conversation and quiet giggling and soft kissing, the boys pulled themselves from bed. Blaine watched as Kurt stalled a little when rising.

“I'm sorry,” Blaine said quietly. “Was I too-”

“No,” Kurt replied confidently. “It was perfect. No regrets, right?”

Blaine nodded. “No regrets.”

As they pulled on their clothes, Blaine watched as Kurt tried to put on his jumper from last night, even though it was still wet. Striding over to him, he held his out his hand.

“I'll wash it for you,” he said softly.

Kurt looked puzzled but handed him his jumper, watching as Blaine put it in his laundry basket and then pulled a hoodie from his wardrobe.

“Here,” Blaine said, looking sheepish as a steady blush decorated his cheekbones.

Kurt blushed too and took it gratefully, pushing his arms and head through it. “Thank you,” he whispered, kissing Blaine softly on is cheek.

Blaine was smiling softly. “I can't believe you came here in the snow,” he mumbled, his eyes trained on the window, where snow was falling delicately.

“I couldn't not come over,” Kurt admitted, wringing his hands. “I know it was probably stu-”

“It wasn't,” Blaine said loudly, before lowering his voice and mirroring Kurt, “it was perfect. But I'm starving now, so breakfast?”

Kurt laughed lightly and took Blaine's outstretched hand, allowing his boyfriend to lead the way.

Rachel wasn't particularly sure what had happened between her brother and her best friend the previous night before, but as they had not left the bedroom all night she could hazard a guess.

At least they had made up, right?

That's what Rachel thought when she walked into the kitchen, seeing Kurt and Blaine sat at the kitchen table, with eyes only for each other.

She stopped in the doorway for a moment, trying to piece together what had happened, but upon seeing their wide smiles, she simply sighed happily and made her way to sit next to them.

“What are you talking about?” Rachel asked, sitting at the head of the table.

Blaine jolted a little in his seat, turning to look at Rachel. “We-uh …”

“My talk with Figgins about Karofsky,” Kurt answered softly. “And then my subsequent conversation with Karofsky himself.”

Rachel's eyebrows shot up into her brow. “Are you ok after everything?”

Kurt nodded, glancing at Blaine. “Yeah, I'm fine.”

Rachel smiled. “I'm glad you're ok,” she answered. “Both of you.”

Blaine beamed at her while Kurt simply nodded and smiled gently, going back to his toast.

After a few minutes, in which Rachel made her breakfast and sat back down again, Kurt spoke again.

“I should really get home,” Kurt said quietly. “Get a shower and everything before school.”

Blaine went to protest but thought better of it. “Oh-ok. Well give me five minutes and I'll head over with you,” he agreed before turning to Rachel. “Um, Rach? Reckon you could drive yourself to school?”

Rachel nodded and waved them away, swallowing her toast. “Ye-yeah sure,” she answered eventually.

Rachel's eyes follow the boys as they got up and placed their dishes in the sink, their hands linking together when they left the room. She turned back round to her toast, smiling at herself a little before deciding that yes, her brother and her best friend being together maybe wasn't such a horrible thing.

Blaine was busy explaining to Mike of his and Kurt's make up during his third period History class when he was interrupted by Principal Figgins.

The man had asked for Blaine to meet him in his office when class was over.

Blaine spent the rest of the period wondering why the principal couldn't have just come to him then; there was still a lot of things he was getting used to at McKinley.
He walked into the principal's office five minutes after the bell rang, his left hand holding onto his bag strap.

His fathers, Karofsky (not in his letterman jacket – clearly his privileges had been stripped) and a man Blaine presumed was Karofsky's father were all sat down, while Mr Shuester was stood up with Coach Sylvester, both of them hovering near the door.

“What's going on?” Blaine asked timidly, glancing at Karofsky a few times before sitting between his fathers.

The principal sighed. “There has been an accusation made against you by a fellow student,”

Blaine's face only read confusion; what kind of accusation would someone have made against him?

“It has been alleged that you attacked David Karofsky unprovoked Tuesday the twenty-ninth of November. Last Tuesday.”

It was Hiram that had spoke, and Blaine looked towards his father, his mouth open.

“I-I … I did push him but I wasn't unprovoked!” he hissed, glaring at Karofsky. “And I didn't attack him, he landed me in hospital no less than two days later if you don't remember?”

Karofsky huffed and crossed his arms. His father looked appropriately embarrassed.

Mr Shuester stepped forward for a moment, “Principal Figgins, he was glaring into the choir room and after the recent allegations Kurt has made, I think Blaine had every right-”

Figgins cut him off with a wave of his hand. “Never the less, Mr Anderberry did harm a student, and this cannot be let pass, especially as said student may face expulsion for the same crime.”

“The same crime?” Blaine asked incredulously. “I pushed him because he wouldn't leave my boyfriend alone, he beat me to a pulp just because he could.”

Hiram put a hand on Blaine's shoulder. “Calm down, son. Anger will get you nowhere.”

Blaine looked at him, exasperated. When his father's expression did not change he turned to Leroy.

“Dad, please say you agree with me?” Blaine asked angrily. “I get that I was wrong but I didn't full on attack him, I was just defending Kurt-”

“Regardless,” Figgins said loudly. “You still did what you did. Which means you will be suspended for the rest of the day and tomorrow. The school board will be noted but there will be no further action as of now.”

Blaine went to answer when Hiram's grip tightened ever so slightly. He only sighed and then slumped into his chair.

“Ok, well … that does seem fair,” Blaine said, shrugging.

“Thank you for your time,” Leroy said quietly as he stood up.

Hiram's hand didn't leave Blaine's shoulder as he directed them to the car.

At home, Hiram and Leroy asked him to join them in the dining room. Blaine went reluctantly, wanting to text or call Kurt, to tell him everything.

“It will only take a minute,” Leroy said neutrally.

Blaine nodded and followed his fathers in, sitting opposite them both.

“So,” Leroy started. “Are you going to tell us about your relationship with Kurt?”

Blaine let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He fiddled with the tablecloth. “Um … it's been going on for quite a while now...”

“We guessed,” Hiram said in a low voice. “When?”

“Hm … since about mid-October,” Blaine mumbled.

“Why did you lie?” Hiram asked bluntly.

Blaine looked up in shock. “We... we didn't really lie we just-”

“Omitted the truth,” Leroy said understandingly. “We know why you kept it a secret. But, from us?”

Hiram looked as though he was about to cry. “We're an honest family Blaine, and we know that Rachel is tough sometimes, but she's still your sister.”

“I-I know,” Blaine said sadly. “We shouldn't have kept it from her, but, she just … she has a say in everything. And I know Kurt's her best friend but that doesn't mean she should have a say in whether I get to date him or not,”

Hiram nodded, while Leroy rubbed his hands over his face. “Right ok.”

“We still need to think about how we're going to punish you,” Leroy said gently. “You're not getting off easy Blaine. You can see Kurt after your suspension has lifted, but not before then. I don't want a repeat of what happened last night. You can't just do that, not to us and not to Kurt's parents either.”

Blaine nodded, looking at his lap. “I understand.”

Hiram continued. “Go contact Kurt, don't let him think you're going to be ignoring him. But then it's back to your grounding.”

Blaine looked up. “Thanks,” he said, getting out of his chair and heading out of the room.

“Also,” Hiram called after him. “Afterwards you have to come downstairs because we're having the talk.”

Blaine groaned and nearly fell over on the stairs. It was going to be a long couple of days.