When Blaine woke up for a second time he felt a lot better and could sit up properly. He looked over to Kurt, who was sleeping on a straight back chair in the corner of the room. He looked so beautiful when he slept, even if he did look like he was in an uncomfortable position.

Blaine slid his feet off the bed and padded across the cold floor towards the bathroom. When he came back Kurt was waking up, rubbing his eyes and destroying what was left of his hair style.

“Hi.” Blaine greeted, climbing back onto the bed. “Good sleep?”

“Yeah it was ok, the chair wasn’t the comfiest though. Are you feeling any better?”

“Well I don’t ache as much as I did, but the bruises still hurt.”

“Do you want me to get a nurse?”

“No, I’m fine, but do you know if I’m getting out today?”

“I don’t know, I’ll go ask one of the nurses.”

“Thank you.”

Blaine lent back onto his soft pillows and watched as Kurt walked out of the small hospital room.

“The nurse said as long as you feel up to it you can go home, so I guess we can go home today if you want.”

“To your home?”

“Yes, you said you were going to stay with me and I’m not letting you change your mind.”

“It’s ok, I wasn’t going to change my mind this time, I can’t live on the streets like this.” Blaine said, gesturing to his bruised face.

“So what actually happened last night?”

“Well I had this friend, Joel, and when I was staying with him he got court up with drugs and stuff, and well one of the people he supplied called round one day, that was the day I left Joel’s.”

“Wait, so did this all happen yesterday?”

“What, no, this happened a few weeks ago.”

“Oh, ok, carry on then.”

“Ok, well I ran away from the drug dealer at Joel’s and that’s when Rachel found me, I was sleeping outside her apartment, Then she got me something to eat and I went back to playing my guitar on street corners. I stayed like that for a bit, then you found me and we went for coffee.”

“Ok I know all about that, tell me about what happened last night.”

“Ok, well the drug dealer, the one Joel knew, found me somehow and said he was looking for Joel. I didn’t know where Joel was so he and his mates beat me up, there wasn’t really much I could do about it, I guess I’m just lucky you found me.”

“Blaine, why didn’t you tell me?” Kurt sympathised, walking over to sit next to him on the bed.

“Tell you what?”

“That you had a drug dealer stalking you.”

“Well I never knew he was after me, I just thought he had it in for Joel.”

“You should have told me about Joel then, I could have helped you out of this mess.”

“Maybe, but I thought once I had left Joel’s I would have been alright.”

“Oh, well you’re good now.”

Kurt pulled him into a tight hug, making his bruises ache but he didn’t complain.

“Come on shall we get out of here, I’ll go talk to the receptionist, you get changed.”

Blaine did what he was told, slipping his hospital gown off and pulling on his old jeans and shirt. He had no other clothes so he had to wear the same dirty red jacket over the top.

“You ready?” Kurt asked as he walked back into the small room.  “I think we need to get you some more clothes.”

Blaine looked down at himself. “Why, what’s wrong with this?”

“Blaine I work for a fashion magazine, you do not have good style trust me. Also when was the last time this thing got washed?” Kurt asked, pulling at the collar of the red jacket.

“Are we going then?” Blaine asked changing the subject.

“Yeah, follow me.” Kurt ordered, linking Blaine’s arm in his own.

They walked out of the hospital and took the subway to Kurt’s apartment.

When they got in Blaine was amazed at how tidy it was, Kurt’s bedroom was defiantly never like this when they were younger.

“This is your room.” Kurt announced, opening a door off the living room.

Blaine walked into the small room, which would be his bedroom while he stayed with Kurt. The walls painted white, except one which was a wall of sheet music. The curtains against the window were also white and were patterned with treble clefs. In one corner there was a black, sleek piano with music books piled high on top of it.

“I don’t know if you guessed, but this used to be my old music room.” Kurt chirped in.

“It’s beautiful, you shouldn’t have turned it into a bedroom.”

“Well where else would you have slept? Any way it’s not a proper bedroom it’s just a room with a bed, it still has all my music and stuff.”

“Thank you Kurt, for everything.” Blaine said as he pulled Kurt into a bone crushing hug.

“It’s ok, really.”

“I know, just without you I’d probably still be on that sidewalk.”

“Well you’re here now and you can stay here as long as you want, ok. Anyway I have something for you.”

“What, where?” Blaine asked as Kurt walked out of the room.

“Here, I figured you might need them, especially the guitar.” Kurt said, handing Blaine his back pack and his guitar.

“Thank you, you really are the best you know.”

“I know, just don’t go making me big headed now.” Kurt winked. “I’ll go and get you some clean clothes to change into shall I, and you can do whatever.”

Blaine went and sat on the big, white bed that was in the corner. He looked around the room, it really was beautiful, so elegant and sleek, so Kurt.

Kurt came in again after a few minutes with a pile of clean clothes.

“Here you go, I know you’re not really into the same style of clothes I like so I just brought you some jeans and shirts and stuff. Anyway, I’ll leave you to change. I’m going to make some lunch in a bit as well, would you like some?”

“Um, yeah, sounds lovely.”

“Cool, I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Kurt gave him one last smile before shutting the door, leaving Blaine alone.