A/N: Just a reminder, I started writing this way back in the beginning of s2. So some things have changed in glee that were important to this story.
Not much happening in this chapter, sorry. The story and I are trying to get to know each other again. But we are back! Enjoy!
2 Weeks later
Blaine tapped his foot nervously on the floor and glanced at the clock. Kurt would be coming back to school at 5. It was still only 2:45. He mentally went through the list of tasks that he had assigned himself to prepare for this. Everything was done. He glanced around the room again; he supposed that he could dust the room again. For the third time. It looked like there was a spot there in the corner that he missed.
Picking up the rag he'd been using he went over to the imaginary spot. There was no reason to be nervous. Kurt had been doing fine at home and had been expressing a readiness to come back to school for a while. He was already going to cheerleading for Sylvester twice a week, and participating on a very limited basis. Thus far everything had been going well and everyone had been managing well.
So there was no reason to be nervous.
Except there was. At home both Burt and Carole were watching Kurt like a hawk. They were there always reminding him to check his temperature and making sure he didn't overexert himself. Kurt was still his headstrong self and there had been times over the past couple weeks that Burt or Carole had had to step in and make him stop. Here at school, even if no one was saying it, that responsibility was going to fall on him. What if Kurt didn't listen to him though? Blaine didn't have the authority that Burt or Carole did, and considering the circumstances the last thing Blaine wanted was for Kurt to think that he was trying to control him. Or what if Kurt grew to resent him for trying to help? They had only just started saying that they loved each other. What if something did happen to Kurt? Burt would never forgive him. He would never forgive himself.
"I knew it."
"Kurt?" Blaine wheeled around. "You-you're early."
Kurt shrugged. "I couldn't wait to get back here."
Blaine went up and hugged Kurt closely, burying his nose in his boyfriend's neck. "I missed you so much."
"And I knew that you would be freaking out in here." Kurt could feel the movement of Blaine's lips move against his skin as the other boy smiled, and knew he should have felt the warm puff of breath as his boyfriend laughed. He squeezed a little harder. "I'm so happy to be back."
"You're sure it's not too soon?" Blaine asked, pulling back.
"It's been two weeks since I got out of the hospital and it felt like a year. I can't afford to miss anymore school, and quite frankly I was going out of my mind at home." Kurt adjusted Blaine's tie where it got skewed from the hug. "Plus this way Dad and Carole can start thinking about bringing Finn home."
Blaine frowned. "What?"
Kurt smiled benignly at Blaine; he was hoping that Blaine wouldn't argue with him over this too. "He's been making a lot of progress in therapy, but you that the doctors have said that the only way to really measure his progress is to start bringing him home. Now that I'm here, they can start thinking about starting that stage of his recovery."
"His reco- So you are rushing back here so Finn can recover?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "No. If there was any rushing to get back here it was so I can spend time with my handsome, sexy boyfriend-" He reached out towards Blaine, but the other boy pushed his hands away. "What is your problem?"
"Yo- I don't have a problem." Blaine huffed moving to the far side of the room.
"You clearly do." Kurt replied crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. "I'm ready to be back at school. I want to be back at school. With you. Finn eventually being able to come home is a just one small side benefit."
"How is that a benefit?" Blaine felt a bit of irrational anger rise up.
"I need him to get better. Carole gets teary eyed every time she passes his room. Dad gets tense when someone just mentions his name. And I am still so scared of him. And I hate that. If he gets better, he can't scare me anymore and I get that part of my life back. "
"And if he isn't better? Are you going to fall back on old habits to protect everyone else?'
"Blaine. Stop it." Kurt snapped.
"You wouldn't even have to lie about being in pain if he hurts you because you can't feel it." Blaine hissed.
"Get out." Kurt said quietly and evenly but he may as well have shouted it the way it muted everything going on around them.
Blaine was immensely grateful that the library was void of life, meaning he could sulk in peace until dinner.
He'd been there for about an hour when a shadow fell over his desk.
"Mind if I sit here?"
"It's a free country." Blaine snapped, not looking up from his work.
Blaine sighed. ""Ye-yeah. Sorry. I didn't mean to be short."
"Genetics." Blaine bit back a small grin.
"Please, feel free to sit down." Blaine looked at the other boy. He was tall, not bad looking. "I don't think we've met. I'm Blaine."
"Sebastian. Just transferred this week. You aren't the Blaine Anderson by any chance?"
Blaine blushed at the look the new kid was giving him, and decided he wouldn't look to closely a the reasons why. "I wouldn't say 'the'."
Sebastian grinned. "I've already heard the stories. I was wondering when I would finally meet this Dapper Singing God."
"People have probably been exaggerating, a lot."
"Well they certainly haven't been telling the whole story. Nobody mentioned once how sexy you were." Sebastian gave the other boy a suggestive smirk. "A gross oversight, I believe."
"What?" Blaine spluttered.
The smirk fell. "That wasn't too forward was it? I'm still trying to get used to this whole 'Conservative Ohio' mindset."
"I have a boyfriend."
Sebastian shrugged, smirk back in place. "It's not a problem with me, if it isn't for you."
"No I-" Blaine closed his eyes. "I really really care about him, and I don't want to mess it up with him more than I already have."
"Mess it up more?"
"We had a fight. I just- He's just- Fuck. I need to go apologize."
"If things don't work out, I'll see you around." Sebastian held out a piece of paper with his number on it, "and even if it does we should get coffee sometime. Just as friends."
"Yeah, sounds good." Blaine took the paper with a small smile and hurried out of the library.
Kurt blinked in surprise as Blaine burst into his room without warning. "Did you steal Wes's RA key again?"
"I'm sorry Kurt." Blaine crossed the room and knelt in front of where his boyfriend was sitting on the bed. "I've been really stressed out so worried about you. It wasn't fair, what I said. It wasn't fair, and I really didn't have a reason to get angry. So I am so sorry."
"Just because I can't register pain, doesn't mean I can't hurt. "
"What you said before I kicked you out. About feeling pain. I hurt all the time Blaine. And I need things to go back to normal as soon as possible, because every minute it isn't it hurts me more than any physical ache could."
"Kurt… I am so scared. Alright? I've been so scared since I found out that you were coming back to Dalton for sure. Because-"
"Because of what happened to me." Kurt said ruefully.
"Yes." Blaine answered truthfully. "Because of what happened. Kurt, you know we were never going to have it easy as two guys together in Ohio. Your injury… it terrifies me-"
"Then perhaps we shouldn't-"
Blaine held out his hand. "Please let me finish. Please."
Kurt nodded mutely, but tears shown in his eyes.
"It terrifies me, because I love you Kurt. All that was running through my head today is 'what would happen if you get hurt?' because I will never forgive myself if something happens to you here. I love you. And while you were at the hospital and at home it was easier –no that's not quite the right way to word that, I wasn't as scared, because your parents were there too and I could split my time being pissed off at your old glee club on your behalf. Here it's just going to be us. You know you're independent and all, but if you ask any of the warblers, I am the mother hen from hell when one of them just gets a cold. You'll hate me."
Kurt shook his head but didn't say anything.
"I don't know what to do. Either way, by protecting you and having you hate me or by giving you space and something terrible happening, I lose you. And I- I can't…" Blaine rested his forehead against Kurt's knees, hoping to hide his own tears as the stress of everything crashed down on him in a torrent of emotion. He felt Kurt's hand come to rest on top of his head.
"Or trying to balance the two on your own is going to stress you out so much you say something horrible to me and drive me away anyway." Blaine felt his heart sink, but the hand slid down the side of his face to tilt it up so they were looking at each other. "I love you Blaine. I want this to work, if you do too."
"Then get off the floor, kiss me."
"We are going to talk Blaine. About how I am going to manage my condition and how you can help. And we are going to talk about everything else, I promise. But right now I haven't seen you for a week with both of us busy with school and appointments and what not, so welcome me back to Dalton properly and let's celebrate the fact that a) we can now finally close the door to a room we are together in, and b) as you have Wes's RA key, we know it is not going to open suddenly."
Blaine surged upwards covering Kurt's mouth with his. He felt Kurt respond immediately and he pushed Kurt back so he had room to climb up and straddle the other boy. This is what was right, and he could feel some of his stress leaving him. The way Kurt tasted, the way he smelled, this was right. The very back of his mind registered that something was moving on the other side of the door, causing him to pull away. "I think David knows how to pick locks."
"Oh yeah sure!" A voice shouted from the other side of the door. "The black guy is the one who knows how to pick locks."
"But you do." A second voice pointed out.
"Only cause Thad taught me."
Kurt huffed a laugh. "Of course."
"Hey. He got to see you last week. We haven't seen you in a month." David shouted through the door. Kurt motioned for Blaine to open the door.
Most of the Warblers burst in and crowded around the bed.
"We only just figured out you were a few minutes ago when Wes found out his key was missing and we couldn't find Blaine." Thad explained.
"So naturally you'd pick my closed locked door instead of knocking."
Wes nodded with a grin. "Naturally."
"And now that we have effectively ruined your evening plans good sirs, let us make new more inclusive ones that the whole family can enjoy. Starting with dinner." David suggested making his way hopefully towards the door.
Kurt rolled his eyes but allowed the enthusiastic boys to pull him off of his bed and out of the room. He locked gazes with Blaine and they shared a smile. Things will be alright with them, they'll figure it out. And right now, surrounded by his laughing happy classmates, he was glad to be back.