A week later, Kurt was discharged from the hospital. He was relegated to a wheelchair due to his hands being too bandaged to handle crutches. Kurt didn't care, he just wanted out of the damn hospital. He bounced up and down in the wheelchair as the doctor went over his medications and instructions with Blaine.

Blaine reached out and put his hand on Kurt's shoulder and he relaxed a little. Blaine would get him out of here as soon as he could, he knew that. He was just so sick of the white walls and the nurses and physical therapists. Now those people were sadistic. The stretches and exercises they had him doing were enough to make anyone want a trip to the mental ward. As it was Juliet had been visiting and was insisting on seeing him every other day again. Mentally, Kurt felt fine. He wasn't having any flashbacks or post traumatic symptoms, but he would go along with the program if it meant they'd all leave him alone.

The day was sunny and Kurt could not wait to feel to feel the warmth on his face, even if it was going to be freezing out there. Blaine had him bundled up like a child which Kurt had enjoyed. Though Blaine had looked like he might have a heart attack during the process, he was so worried about hurting Kurt. But with the thick plaster and bandaging, Kurt knew he would be fine. The only part that still really hurt was the incision from his surgery. But even that was easing slowly.

Finally, Kurt signed the release papers as best as he could with only three fingers on his right hand capable of holding a pen. Then Blaine was pushing him down the hall and out the front doors.

Kurt couldn't hold back a whoop of joy, throwing his arms out wide as the sun hit him. Blaine chuckled behind him.

"You're not happy about leaving, are you?" he said, pushing the wheelchair toward his car.

"I am ecstatic. If I'd had to stay in there one more day, I might have gone postal," Kurt said, keeping his eyes closed trying to feel each ray of the sun. He didn't even care that he wasn't wearing sunscreen. Life was good right now.

Blaine helped him maneuver out of the chair and into the car. It was a relatively painless operation, though Blaine clenched his teeth and hissed every time Kurt made any sort of noise. Poor Blaine, Kurt thought, he might need some tranquilizers if he didn't start to relax soon. Blaine was still blaming himself, though Kurt had told him he forgave him and didn't hold him at fault. But he was the hero type and as such, he had to heap the guilt on himself. He'd gone out of his way to take care of Kurt down to the smallest and most embarrassing details. The sponge bath had been lovely, but helping him up and down from the toilet had made him want to scream with embarrassment. Never once did Blaine make him feel bad or humiliated, though, and Kurt loved him more every single time he helped.

The car ride to their apartment was quiet. Kurt rested his head back against the seat and just took in the scenery around them for a while.

"It feels like I've missed out on so much," Kurt mused.

"You're missing a week and a half of life, I can imagine it must feel odd," Blaine replied.

"I'm going back to school on Monday and I'm actually excited. The workload kind of scares me, but I'll figure out some way to do it," Kurt said.

"I already figured that out," Blaine said. "I bought you that voice recognition software for your laptop that you see on TV. Now you just have to talk into the little microphone and it'll type your work for you. I don't know how we'll work your textile classes, but Jason, Colton, and I will all be there to help you."

Kurt looked over at him, his eyes shimmering with tears. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," Blaine said with a blinding smile, his golden eyes sparkling.

Kurt put the window down a bit and enjoyed the crisp wind that blew across his face. Soon they got to the apartment and Blaine was hurrying around the car, grabbing the wheelchair out of the trunk. Kurt hated that they had to go through this every time they wanted to go somewhere, but it was still better than staying in the hospital.

"I want to do something today," Kurt said as they approached the elevator, waving to the receptionist.

"Don't you think you should rest?" Blaine asked, maneuvering him into the elevator.

"Blaine," Kurt whined. "I've been resting for days. I want to do something. I'm so tired of being shut up in a little room all day. I want to be around people and talk and wear pretty clothes."

"Well, we'll figure something out, babe. But I don't want you to go all wild on me when you still have a lot of healing to do," Blaine said reasonably.

"At least my face is better," Kurt said, staring at himself in the silver finish of the elevator. He did look a lot better. The swelling was gone and most of the bruises had faded to a dull yellow or were completely gone. He looked like Kurt again instead of a victim and that made his whole outlook bright.

"Your face is beautiful, as always," Blaine said, leaning down and kissing his temple.

"Mm," Kurt hummed happily. "Kiss me again."

"You wish is my command," Blaine said and leaned around him to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

Kurt whined again when Blaine pulled back, but they had reached their floor. Blaine pushed him out and toward their apartment. He'd noticed Kurt was quite whiney about the whole recovery business. He knew he was used to being active and always going places and doing things, but he was going to have to deal with doing things slower. But it was his goal in life to make Kurt happy, so he would do whatever he could.

He took his keys out and unlocked their door and pushed Kurt inside.

"Surprise!" A crowd of people yelled.

"Ooh, a party!" Kurt shrieked, clapping his hands and bouncing in the wheelchair. "For me?" he turned and asked Blaine.

"Of course it's for you, goober," Blaine said and helped him take his coat off. "I knew you'd want some company and since mine just isn't good enough anymore, I called in reinforcements."

The crowd was converging on them to greet Kurt, but Kurt took a moment to lean into Blaine. "Your company is always good enough and more than enough. I love you."

"I was teasing, babe. I love you, too," Blaine said and pushed him forward to greet his friends.

Jason and Colton gave Kurt gentle hugs before surprising Blaine by pulling him into a hug as well. The rest of the Warbler's were there including Puck, Trent, Mr. Schue and even Sam. Blaine watched the blonde closely, but he just greeted Kurt and wished him well. Blaine finally pushed Kurt into the living room and helped him get settled on the couch, with a throw blanket on his lap. He was immediately surrounded by friends chattering about various gossip he'd missed at school. Kurt was in his element, eyes shining, talking animatedly. Blaine smiled and went to the kitchen to get Kurt a cup of coffee. Jason followed him in.

"How are you holding up?" Jason asked.

"Tired. Definitely tired, but happy to have him home. I think I'll be able to sleep better now that he'll be next to me. Though I have a feeling I'll be paranoid about rolling over on him," Blaine suddenly realized. "Crap, what if I roll over and break another one of his bones?"

"Blaine, chill out! Did you ever roll on top of him in your sleep before? Not including when you were horny?" Jason grinned.

"No, I guess not. Maybe I'll put a pillow between us," Blaine thought. "No, I can't do that, either."

"You need to feel him in your arms," Jason said quietly.

"I really, really do," Blaine agreed and carried the coffee out to Kurt.

"So, Kurt, we thought we'd play a game to make you feel better," Wes announced.

Kurt's eyes lit up as he sipped his coffee, sending Blaine a grateful smile. "Okay, what game?"

"Twister!" Wes said, a grin on his face.

Kurt's smile drooped. "How am I supposed to play that?" Blaine took his cup and he held out his plastered hands.

"You'll be the game master," Trent told him, a grin on his face.

"Yeah, you get to boss us around and tell us where to stand and stuff," Sam added.

"Really?" Kurt said and rubbed his bandaged together, an evil grin on his face.

"I am so not playing," Blaine said, shaking his head.

"Oh yes you are," David said. "If we all have to put our lives in the bandaged hands of your fiancé, then you have to join us."

The others agreed, pushing Blaine until he finally held up his hands in surrender. They moved the furniture back and set out the mat, handing Kurt the directional board.

Kurt spun the hand. "Okay, David, right hand on a green circle." He spun again and grinned. "Blaine, left foot on a red circle."

This continued for a few minutes as people started getting body parts on the multi-colored mat. Then it started getting confusing and very fun for Kurt. He started directing people into the most outrageous positions where people were balanced over and around one another, some standing on one foot, others with all four limbs stretched to capacity. Poor Sam was almost doing the splits, his face pained.

"Trent, right hand on yellow," he said.

"Kurt, the nearest yellow is under Sam's ass," Trent complained.

"Come on, don't be a spoil sport," Kurt said, giggling.

Trent stretched as far as he could. When his hand brushed Sam's ass, Sam shrieked and fell, landing on Wes who cried out and took out Trent's ankle who grabbed onto Blaine to keep from falling. Like dominoes falling, the whole lot of them came tumbling down, moaning and grunting.

Kurt, meanwhile, was clapping his hands in glee, laughing his head off. "This was the best game ever. Who wants to play again?"

No hands went up.

"Blaine, make them play again," Kurt demanded.

"Um, sorry, babe. I'm with them on this. That was fun, but damn, I'm going to have sore muscles tomorrow that I didn't even know existed," Blaine said.

The other guys looked at him gratefully. They all helped each other up.

"Hey Trent, next time you want to grab my ass, you might want to buy me dinner first," Sam grumbled as they put the mat away.

"Fine, I will," Trent said, a challenge in his hazel eyes.

Sam turned red and turned away.

"Don't you guys have presents for Kurt?" Blaine asked.

"Presents?" Kurt exclaimed, excited.

The guys all brought him poorly wrapped gifts. Magazines, a ping pong paddle and ball, a book of puzzles, a kazoo from Puck, and a gift certificate for iTunes from Blaine. Kurt giggled through the unwrapping and thanked everyone thoroughly.

"Where's the keg?" Jon asked. A couple of the other guys seemed interested in that. Instead, Mr. Schue raised his hand to draw everyone's attention.

"I have an idea. Why don't we show Kurt some of what he's missed during practice," Mr. Schue suggested.

"That sounds like a plan I can hop on," Puck said, winking at Kurt.

The guys all assembled into lines near the window. Kurt snuggled into the couch, between Jason and Blaine, envious that he couldn't be involved in the number, but pleased that he was getting a special, private performance.

"So, this is the number we settled on for the competition. We'll get you up to speed as soon as you're up to it," Mr. Schue said. He put a CD in the stereo and turned it on, nodding to the guys. A deep drum beat started with guitars entering in.

Puck stepped forward and began singing.

(Puck)

One more depending on a prayer

And we all look away

People pretending everywhere

It's just another day

There's bullets flying through the air

And they still carry on

We watch it happen over there

And then just turn it off

(All)

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

We must stand together

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

There's no giving in

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

Hand in hand forever

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

That's when we all win

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

That's, that's, that's when we all win

That's, that's, that's when we all win

(Puck)

They tell us everything's alright

And we just go along

How can we fall asleep at night

When something's clearly wrong

When we could feed a starving world

With what we throw away

But all we serve are empty words

That always taste the same

(All)

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

We must stand together

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

There's no giving in

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

Hand in hand forever

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

That's when we all win

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

That's, that's, that's when we all win

That's, that's, that's when we all win

(Puck)

The right thing to guide us

Is right here inside us

No one can divide us

When the light is nearly gone

But just like a heartbeat

The drumbeat carries on

And the drumbeat carries on

Just like a heart beat

Kurt was clapping along, enjoying the song. Blaine was watching him, smiling. Kurt caught on to the chorus quickly and added his voice to theirs.

(All)

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

We must stand together

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

There's no giving in

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

Hand in hand forever

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

That's when we all win

Hey, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

That's, that's, that's when we all win

That's, that's, that's when we all win

"That was wonderful!" Kurt cheered, clapping with Blaine. "We're gonna blow that competition out of the water! Puck, you sounded amazing."

"Well, Puckzilla aims to please. That part was originally for the Blainester, but with you being," Puck started.

"Never mind Puck, he likes to talk out his ass. I didn't want the part," Blaine interrupted when he saw Kurt starting to get upset.

"You lost the solo because of me," Kurt whispered, his blue eyes large.

"No, baby, I pulled out because it was the best thing for the team. I have my priorities and so do they. Now stop worrying and maybe they'll sing you another song," Blaine said, rubbing his fingers along Kurt's cheek.

"Yeah, we had one more for you specifically," Wes said. "We hope you like it. It's to show you how we feel about you."

"Aw, you guys," Kurt said, blushing.

Trent put in the next CD and rushed back into formation.

Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town

Been a whole lot happier without that face around

Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout

Nobody out the back door gonna throw my laundry out

She holds the shotgun while you dote-se-doe

She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano

Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

Kurt's jaw was stuck hanging down. This was dedicated to him?

"It's a joke, babe. They wanted to make you laugh. Now flash them the finger so they know you aren't really upset," Blaine whispered in his ear. "You know they all love you or they wouldn't be here. They want to get a rise out of you. Now show them your bitchy side, babe. Let it all out."

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

Whatcha go 'n' do to get into another one of these here rock 'n' roll songs?

Kurt's eyebrow went up haughtily and he stretched his arms up and brought them down, making sure both of his middle fingers were up, one of them in a bandage.

"Stick up your middle finger for me, sweetie," Kurt whispered to Blaine.

Blaine obliged putting up both of his middle fingers. Kurt waved them to the group, some of them laughing and missing their cues. But they continued on.

Other people's thoughts they ain't your hand-me-downs

Would it be so bad to simply turn around?

You cook so well, all nice and French

You do your brain surgery too mama, go get yer monkey wrench

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

What'd ya go 'n' do to get into another one of these here rock 'n' roll songs?

Kurt grabbed the wrapping paper that was still surrounding him and began rolling them into balls, throwing them at various Warbler's, making them dance around to dodge.

"Keep singing boys, stay in formation!" Kurt yelled, chucking another wrapping ball at Puck.

Blaine got in on the action, rolling up another ball and handing it to Kurt, who giggled as he threw it at Trent.

I hope them cigarettes are gonna make you cough

(The group yelled the next line)

Hope you heard this song and it pissed you off

I take that back I hope you're doing fine

And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety-nine.

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

What'd ya go 'n' do to get into another one of these here rock 'n' roll songs?

Kurt clapped again, laughing so hard, his incision started hurting. But he just held a hand against it and kept laughing. He was having too much fun. "You're all assholes and I love you very much. And this little miss can't be wrong will be there at practice on Monday, so watch out," Kurt warned.

The gang all laughed and came to give Kurt hugs goodbye. They were all headed out to a bar and Kurt wasn't sad to miss it. He was getting tired. When they had all left, Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"That was just what I needed," he said. "Thank you, sweetie."

"You're welcome, babe," Blaine said, smiling and wrapping their hands together as best as he could.

. . . . .

They spent the rest of the evening resting and watching funny movies on TV. Blaine had found a small pillow and suggested Kurt press it against his incision. Kurt tried and the next time he laughed, he put pressure on the pillow and was surprised when there was only a little pain. The pillow became his constant companion, through dinner and the movie they watched after.

Later, after Blaine had helped Kurt through his bathroom ritual, and into bed, Blaine gingerly snuggled next to him.

"I'm not made of glass, Blaine," Kurt said dryly.

"I don't want to hurt you," Blaine said nervously.

"Well, lay down and I'll snuggle into you. That way I'll know whether it's going to hurt or not," Kurt said.

Blaine did as he asked and soon they were wrapped together. Sighing, Blaine felt a piece of him relax that had been tensed for the last week and a half. He had needed Kurt next to him, their skin touching, their breath mingling, their hearts beating next to each other. Life was going to be okay, they'd get back to normal as long as they were together. Blaine was just about to drift off to sleep, utterly content, when he heard Kurt sigh.

"Blaine, are you still awake?" he whispered.

"Yeah," Blaine answered sleepily. At Kurt's next words, his eyes shot open and the fatigue melted away.

"I'm horny."