Karofsky looked at the front room. It was a mess, there were pillows everywhere the coffee table was on its side and CD's were scattered over the floor. Karofsky began to clean up not knowing whether to just turn himself in or not.

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Blaine was being discharged today after having stitches, he still had a shooting pain down his side whenever he moved but he was glad to be leaving, Kurt and Burt were coming to pick him up as his own father had an important meeting.

"You ready to go, Kiddo?" Burt laid a heavy hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"Yes, Mr. Hummel." Blaine began to follow Burt down the hall; he guessed Kurt was in the car.

"Blaine, I have told you a thousand times. Call me Burt." Burt opened the door for Blaine on their way out of the hospital.

"Yes, Mr- Burt." Blaine smiled.

"So have your parents not been in to visit at all?" Burt had to ask, he knew Blaine's parents were not exactly accepting of Blaine’s sexuality but surely they would visit their flesh and blood after a stab wound. Even if that stab wound was a minor wound.

"No, they were too busy with meetings and making sure their straight son was OK. Anything to keep away from their 'fag' of a son." Blaine said, spitting out the words as if they left a bad taste in his mouth.

Burt nodded his understanding "I and Carole are always here for you, Blaine." Blaine smiled as Burt opened the back seat door for him to get in.

"Hello," Kurt said his voice sounding cheerful and yet it was laced with concern "How are you feeling?" Kurt moved into the middle seat so he could cuddle up next to his boyfriend.

"I'm OK, a little sore but nothing painkillers won't fix." Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt adjusting himself in his seat so both he and Kurt could sit comfortable.

It had been arranged while Blaine was still in hospital that he would be staying round Kurt's for his first week out of hospital as Blaine's parents were working so they wouldn't have the time to care for him. Or so they said, Burt just thought that was an excuse not to have him home.

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"You're home, buddy." Finn said firmly patting Blaine on the back "Kurt has not stopped talking about you since you went into hospital." Blaine looked at Kurt who was now looking at the floor his cheeks a bright crimson.

"Oh really?" Blaine said turning back to Finn.

"Oh yeah, he has been crying and screaming out in his sleep, and he's been sleeping in your grey and red hoodie. Something about it smells like you. I don't know." Finn shrugged before making his way to the kitchen.

Blaine turned around to find that Kurt had went to his room, and taken Blaine's only suitcase with him.
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Kurt was in his room sorting out his draws so that he could fit some of Blaine's things in for the next week. A task that was proving harder than it should be, his cheeks were still flushed from his brother's early conversation.

"Hey." Blaine walked into the room to see Kurt sitting on the floor sorting through his draws "You ok?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Kurt didn't look up from sorting his draws; he regretted how that came out. It wasn't Blaine's fault that his brother couldn’t keep his mouth shut after all.

Blaine sat behind Kurt on the floor "Are you sure?" Blaine rested his hands on Kurt's shoulders.

Kurt nodded tears rolling down his cheeks by this point.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Blaine pulled Kurt back into his arms so that Kurt's back was flush against his chest.

"Because, I was scared, Blaine. I love you, and you weren't there to call when I was having those nightmares about Karofsky. And I was scared that maybe there would be some sort of complication and you would become disabled or something."

Blaine rubbed Kurt's back slowly ' I'm always here. Whenever you need me."

They stayed like, just talking until Burt came to tell them that dinner was ready.