A/N; WELL HOLY SHIT GUISE LONG TIME NO UPDATE. Heh ... heh. Yeah, sorry it's been so long. I would tell you that my life has been crazy with school and all that shit, but I'd totally be lying. I'm honestly just so friggin' lazy. Seriously, I should win an award of something. So yeah, here's my update.

P.S.; Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Hanukah, Happy Kwanza, deck some halls, jingle those bells- yeah, all that shit. xoxo

"Are you ready, Cheeks?"

Carson nodded. She sat on her neatly made hospital bed; the strap of a small duffle bag that Kurt had brought for her was shrugged across her body. "Yeah, I'm way past ready. I want to go home."

"We'll be home soon, baby. Come on, then." Kurt held out his hand instinctively and Carson grimaced.

"Dad, I'm going to be fifteen. Do I really have to hold your hand?"

Kurt smiled fondly, shaking his head. "No, baby. I'm sorry, it's just- you look so little in that hospital bed. I guess I just picked up an old habit."

Blaine sighed in content from the doorway, watching Kurt and Carson prepare to leave. He had become a different man over the past day, strangely. Maybe only in a small way, but the view he held on people and world had changed. There was a new, feathery buzz lingering through his mind.

After becoming accustomed to so much hate and ignorance from students over the years, Blaine actually began to lose hope in true love and happiness. But as he watched Kurt gingerly wrap a purple sweatshirt around Carson's shoulders, a smile glowing on his face, all Blaine saw was love; genuine, pure love.

Before he could snap back from his thoughts, Carson and Kurt were already standing in front of him with narrowed eyes. Kurt spoke, "Blaine, your face is completely blank. Are you okay? You're not going to pass out, too, are you?"

Blaine jerked his head, almost trying to shake his mind of thoughts. He half-smiled, "No, I'm okay. Great, actually."

"Well, Carson's just about ready to go. I just have to sign her out first." Blaine nodded, and Kurt turned behind him and gestured for Carson to follow behind him. She rolled her eyes and threw her hand in the air. "I'm comin', I'm comin'. Sheesh."

Kurt shook his head and chuckled, "Love the attitude, honey. Come on, let's go."

"Yeah, let's blow this popsicle stand," Blaine added, and both father and daughter turned to him, a confused expression on Kurt's face, and an almost horrified expression on Carson's. He glanced between the two, "What?"

"Mr. Anderson, that is the lamest thing I have ever heard you say. Seriously, no one says that. I don't think anyone ever said that, like ever."

He dropped his jaw defensively, "No way! I heard that Drake kid say it in the hallway last week!"

She rolled her eyes. "Well, yeah, because he's Drake. Come on, Mr. A, I thought you were cooler than that," Carson joked, and Blaine only stuck his tongue at her. She laughed a little too loudly for herself, wincing and pinching the bridge of her nose. "Shit."

Kurt eyed her sternly, "Carson, watch your language."

"Sorry," she mumbled.

Clapping his hands together, Kurt said, "Okay! Twenty minutes later, I think we've just about stayed our welcome at this place. It's-" He glanced down to his Rolex, "Two-forty-seven in the morning, and I know all our beds are begging for us to sleep. So, I say we head out. Agreed?"

Blaine and Carson nodded in unison, and followed Kurt out of the hospital room. After Kurt checked Carson out, they continued to the parking lot where they were greeted the loud boom of thunder and rain pouring down. "Shit," Kurt yelled, and pulled them back under the overhang.

"W-Watch your language, D-Dad," Carson mocked over the downfall, her teeth slightly chattering from the cold wind.

Kurt gritted his teeth, "Carson, now is not the time."

Behind them, Blaine stood with his hands in his pockets, squinting through the thick sheet of rain. He saw Carson shivering below him, and without hesitation, Blaine slid off his brown, velvet coat and wrapped it around her shaking shoulders. She looked up at him with guilty eyes and shook her head, "Mr. Anderson, it's f-freezing out here! You're going to g-get sick." She went to shrug it off her shoulders, but Blaine was too quick. He'd already knelt down in front of her and zipped her inside the jacket, arms and all.

"But Mr. Anderson-"

He tugged on the jacket to make sure it wouldn't fall off and she wriggled. "Trust me; you need it more than I do. All you have is that sweater. I've got a sweatshirt and a long sleeve that was under that. I'll be okay, I promise."

She smiled at him warmly, "Thanks, Mr. A."

Blaine smiled back, "Anytime, kiddo." he stood again, seeing Kurt pointing his phone flashlight out into the parking lot, searching for his car. However, he didn't see Carson close her eyes and suck in a deep breath through her nose. She smiled, milking in the familiar smell. Just like daddy, she thought, flourishing in the scent that her deceased father coincidently once wore.

Meanwhile, Blaine leaned in next to Kurt over his shoulder, saying, "How are we going to get her to your car without getting her soaked? There's no way she'll run; she's still tired and weak, it wouldn't be safe."

Kurt jumped, not expecting Blaine to be so close to him. He looked at Blaine with a hard, thinking expression. Glancing back into the parking lot, her said, "I parked right over there," motioning with a jerk of his head, "So, I'm going to run and pull it in over here. But you'll have to stay with her for a few minutes, okay?"

Blaine nodded, "Okay, yeah. That's fine. Be careful, though. Just because we're at a hospital, it doesn't mean you can go a break a leg or something."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'll be right back," he said, and then took off, running to his car. Blaine took a step backwards and placed hand across Carson's shoulder, pulling her close to him.

Bright head-lights lit a small portion of the parking lot as Kurt pulled up to the hospital front, his windshield-wipers swatting away buckets of rain to clear his view.

Blaine opened the door for Carson and she plumped down in the back seat, tossing her duffle bag down to the snug space below her feet and pulling the car door closed. Blaine followed suit, sliding into the passenger's seat and pulling his door shut. He settled into the car then looked over at Kurt, whose hair looked flattened and damp from the rain. "So, you have the Navigator? God, this car had been through it all."

"Yeah, a lot of memories. I thought about parting with her a while back but I couldn't find the heart to." Kurt stuck his key into the ignition and the car revved on. He paused. "Blaine, you said you rode here in the ambulance. How did you get home last night?"

He shrugged, "I took the bus."

Kurt's face flushed guilt. "Why didn't you tell me? I would've given you my keys. I can't believe you took the bus all the way home!"

"It's not all the way, Kurt. I don't live in Westerville anymore."

Kurt blushed, "Oh. Right."

Carson eyed the two men from the back seat, obviously confused. She glanced between them and narrowed her eyes. "What are you guys talk-"

"So," Kurt interrupted hastily and Carson grew more suspicious, but decided not to push. "Blaine, where do you now so conveniently abide?"

Shaking his head, Blaine said, "Oh no, Kurt, you don't need to take me home. If you could just drop me off over at the bus stop, that'd be great. Really, I don't live too far from here."

"Blaine, you are not taking the bus in the pouring rain. You're telling me where you live and I am taking you home."

He puffed out a breath in defeat. "Okay, I'm over on West Grand, but it's totally not necessary."

Kurt nodded and began to pull out of the parking lot. "It's absolutely necessary, and the least I could do." Blaine smiled at him, and the car grew comfortably quite.

As Kurt stopped at the first red-light, both men realized they had forgotten about the small girl in the back seat. Just as Kurt was about to glance back to check on her, the light switched green. He glanced in the rear-view mirror, but switching between the road and the mirror was proving itself to be difficult when the rain made it almost impossible to see the car in front of them. Blaine took the opportunity, then, to turn around to Carson. She was leaning into the door with her head down and her eyelids connected together softly; the light huffs of her even-breathing quietly echoed throughout the car.

Sighing in content, Blaine moved back to face forward. He glanced over at Kurt who had a flat face. "She sleeping," Blaine acknowledged.

Kurt nodded, "It's always a bit of a relief when I see her sleeping. I know we've both have been getting close to none lately, so when she does fall asleep- it's just good." He paused, taking one hand from the wheel and running it through the hair on the back of his head. "I don't know what I'm doing." Blaine frowned, shifting to face Kurt. "When you decide to have a kid with someone, you do just that; you have a kid with someone. No one ever thinks, 'Well, what happens if one day I'm on my own with her one day? What do I do then?', you know? You just make sure you're ready to be fifty percent of the parental equation. I never prepared myself to be the whole thing, and now I have to be and I don't know how to be."

Kurt exhaled in frustration and focused his eyes back to the road. Blaine was at a loss for words. He'd always felt he was fully capable of giving advice here and there, but just like with Carson only a few hours earlier, Blaine had no idea what to say.

As they began to turn onto Blaine's street, he finally said, "You're not a bad father, Kurt."

Kurt remained still, only saying, "Which house did you say it was?"

"What? Oh- uhm, the beige one up here on the left. But Kurt, I really think you should stop-"

"Please, Blaine. Not now. Just- not now." Kurt veered into Blaine's driveway and put the car in park. "Thank you for all your help with Carson. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you. It was great seeing you again, Blaine."

Blaine's heart felt as though it had been ripped to bits at Kurt's words. He didn't want to say goodbye- not yet. He'd just gotten Kurt back, and he waited too long to let him go again.

Becoming bold, Blaine reached over and pulled Kurt's car keys out of the ignition and settled them in his lap, only to make Kurt's jaw slack slightly. "What are you doing?"

"You're not shutting me out again, Kurt. I won't let it happen, not again."

Kurt shifted back in his seat, tension lingering thick and almost sticky through the air. His eye slid shut and he murmured, "Blaine, just give me my keys. I don't want to do this now. Carson needs to get home and rest."

Blaine shook his head, "It's what, two-thirty, you said? I live fifteen minutes from the hospital. And if I remember correctly, your parents live about the same in the other direction. It's dark, too. You hate driving in the dark."

Kurt kept his eyes glued to the steering wheel. "You don't know me anymore."

"Maybe not on a personal level, but there are some habits that I know you still stuck to. Like, when you're nervous, you bite you lip, just like you're doing now." Kurt blushed and slowly let his bottom lips fall from between his teeth. "See? I still know, even after this time. I know that you hate driving in the dark, and I still remember why." Kurt clenched his jaw. "And plus, it's pouring outside, so the frost is probably melting over to ice on the roads. I know it's not that far of a drive, but no one is good at driving in the rain, in the dark, and on ice. I want both you and Carson safe."

Kurt let out a tired breath, "Where are you going with this, Blaine?"

Blaine turned to Kurt, his face stern. He said with an non-faltering tone, "You and Carson are staying at with me tonight. I don't care how many times you say no, Kurt; you're staying here."

Kurt slumped back in his seat an ram his hands over his face, exhaling deeply. He dropped his hands to his lap and pursed his lips, thinking. "Well," he began, "I guess there's no harm in staying, and you're right, I hate driving in the dark, and driving in the rain. It'd be safer to stay, I guess."

Blaine grinned sympathetically, unbuckling his seatbelt. He went to get out of the car, but hesitated. "And Kurt," he said, and Kurt looked up, curiosity filling in his eyes, "I meant what I said- I'm not losing you again."

Kurt stated at him blankly, swallowing lightly. "We should, uhm, probably get inside."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, uh," he then remembered about the sleeping girl in the back seat, "How are we getting Carson out?"

Kurt unbuckled and reached over to take his keys back from Blaine, who fumbled them back into Kurt's hand. "I'll carry her. Could you grab her bag, please?" Blaine nodded and reached behind him, pulling the bag from beneath her feet and swinging the strap over his shoulder. Kurt was already out of the car and rushing around to Carson's door and pulled it open, leaving in and taking her bridal-style in his arms.

He grunted and mumbled, "God, you're getting heavy." Kurt the stilled for a moment, saying to Blaine, "Don't tell her I said that."

Blaine chuckled, "My lips are sealed."

They both ran through the rain to the front porch of Blaine's house and Blaine unlocked the door, pushing it open and walking in, followed by a very wet Kurt with Carson covered with a jacket that shielded the rain.

Blaine led him from the foyer to the living, saying, "Set her down on the couch for now. I'll run up and grab you both some warm clothes." Kurt let Carson down to sleep on the brown felted couch of Blaine's living room.

After he heard Blaine's feet pad up the carpeted stairs, Kurt observed Blaine's home. He could definitely tell Blaine lived here; the walls of the living room were painted a deep green color that made the tone of the room calming, and relaxed. In front of the couch where Carson now rested was a coffee table; various books and papers scattered over the top of it. A wide-screen television sat in a cedar-wood entertainment center across from it. There was also a felted arm chair sitting in the corner of the room, facing the television, with a remote-control sitting on the arm. It was comfortable, it was Blaine.

Hanging on the walls in the next room, the den most likely, were various framed pictures of Blaine and other people, some Kurt didn't recognize. Kurt squinted to see one of Blaine and his older brother with a small girl sleeping his arms, and then a picture of Blaine in a cap and gown holding what looked to be a diploma in the air, along with a group of kids that Kurt didn't know. "College," he mumbled to himself.

As the wall of photos continued, Kurt began to grow angrier with himself, wishing that he was in all these photos; knowing he should be in all these photos.

One picture, the last in the staggered row, particularly caught Kurt's attention; it was of Blaine, leaning against the body of another man, both men seemed to have been caught off guard with the photo, laughing into each other with bright smiles plastered to their faces. Kurt felt jealously begin to creep up the back of his neck, his blood beginning to run hotter.

"His name's Matt. He's my ex," Kurt heard from behind him, and he jumped in surprise, he cheeks becoming rosy with guilt.

Kurt whipped his head around to see Blaine leaning up against the wall that lead from the living room into the kitchen, his hands snug in his pockets. Kurt shook his head, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snoop."

Blaine pushed off the wall and shrugged, taking a step toward Kurt. "No, it's fine."

The room grew quiet, and both men glanced around awkwardly, not knowing where to take the conversation next. Kurt felt his hands grow moist with nerves as he thought of Blaine with another man. He was almost angry that Blaine had moved on, even though Kurt had already found someone only a mere month after he broke it off with Blaine.

Because in all reality, Kurt did miss Blaine; he missed him so much sometimes it hurt. Kurt was never able to get closure because he had jumped into another relationship so quickly. There was always the underlying question of whether or not Kurt still loved Blaine.

Kurt was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a groan come from the other room. Both Blaine and Kurt moved to see Carson shoot up from her spot on the couch, squinting with a disoriented expression. She yawned, and glanced around the room. "Where am I?" She suddenly grew aware of her unfamiliar surroundings. Carson dragged her hands over her face and yawned tiredly. "Shit. Why is it that whenever I wake up, I never know where the hell I am. Is it becoming a habit or what?" she questioned to herself, and scrunched her nose. "Seriously," she said, and both men giggled under their breath at Carson. It amused them when she directed questions to herself. "I'm going to fall asleep again, and end up in the middle of some college football game, I swear!"

When Kurt finally decided Carson had had enough, he round the corner and slithered into the living room, wearing a comforting smile. "Cheeks, you're talking to yourself again."

She looked over at Kurt and rolled her eyes, "Dad, it's the only way I keep myself sane anymore." She paused to sit up on the couch, weaving her fingers together and stretching out her arms, the small pops of her bones crackled softly.

Kurt cringed, "You know I hate it when you do that; it's really bad for your bones."

She waved a hand at him, "It won't kill me. So Dad, where are we exactly?"

Then, Blaine popped his head out from behind the wall and flashed a dapper smile, "Welcome to my humble abode, Miss. Hummel."

Carson corned her neck to see around Kurt and furrowed her eyebrows, her jaw dropping slightly. She directed her focus back to Kurt and began to speak "Why are we at Mr. Anderson's house?"

"We'll, we were on our way home from the hospital, and the storm got worse. So, when I stopped to drop, uh, Mr. Anderson off at his house, he insisted that the safest thing to do was stay here until the storm stops."

She sighed lightly, still seemingly shocked. "So I'm having a sleep over with my teacher?"

"Uh, well that's one way of putting it, but I wouldn't go around and tell your friends that. It sounds a little risky." Blaine chocked back a laugh with his fist and walked over to them. Carson pull her knees to her chest, leaning back over and curling her face into the arm of the felted couch.

"What friends," she mumbled, and Blaine frowned, glancing to Kurt, who hadn't heard what his daughter had just let slip.

Blaine sat on the couch next to Carson and smiled, "I've set up the guest room for you- it's just upstairs," he turned to Kurt, who was standing with his arms across lazily, "You'll be taking my room, if that's alright with you."

Kurt's eyes widened accusingly, "I don't think that would be very appropriate, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine's eye widened and he waved his hands frantically, "No, no, no, I mean- I'm sleeping down here, you're upstairs in my room."

"Oh, right." Kurt's face heated with embarrasment.

"Yeah, right."

Then, a small snore broke through the developing silence. Both men looked to see Carson sound asleep again. Blaine smiled at her, happy to see her so peaceful. He whispered quietly, "For a girl who just got out of the hospital after fainting from exhaustion, she sure does sleep a lot."

Kurt nodded, "She sleeps in small intervals; never longer than two or three hours in a row. Maybe she'll start to get more with the sedative pills the hospital prescribed her."

Nodding, Blaine agreed, "I hope she will. She's such a good student. God, I'd kill to have thirty of just her every class period. It's sad to think she's been through so much."

"She's been pretty bad since Brad died. I didn't really see it before, but looking back now, she was a mess. We both were- are."

A sympathetic smile curled on Blaine's lips, "But you're trying. It's hard, yeah, but you can't give up."

"I know."

They looked at each other and a small spark zapped through them, and the both felt it. It was like lighting, but pleasant. Kurt's cheeks grew rosy, and he glanced away, biting his lip. The motion hadn't gone unseen by Blaine, though, who only smiled to himself. "So," he started, "It is extreme late, and you look exhausted. Lets go get some sleep, hm?"

Kurt scoffed, "We'll thanks for sparing my feelings. I must really look worn out, huh?"

Stuttering, Blaine shook his head. "I didn't mean it like that. You always look beautiful, Kurt." The words slipped out of his mouth to quickly, and the two men froze, Blaine gulping audibly. "I'm sorry- I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's okay. You're right, we should probably go and get some sleep. I think I'm gonna bunk with Carson," they both looked at the small girl curled up on the couch, "She needs me right now, and honestly, I really need her."

"Of course, yeah. The guest room is just upstairs, second door on the right. The bathroom is the first door on the right, and my room is at the end of the hall, just in case. Don't hold back to come wake up if something happens, okay?

Kurt nodded, "Thank you."

"No problem," Blaine said, smiling. "I'm gonna head up to bed, goodnight Kurt." He turned on his heels and began to head for the staircase, but Kurt took hold of his arm from behind.

"Blaine, wait." He craned his neck to see Kurt, his arm burning pleasantly under Kurt's touch. "I just wanted to say thank you. For everything; being there for Carson when I couldn't, being there for me, opening up your home to us- I know it's been a while, and I know we ended on a pretty sour note. But while we're being honest, I really have missed you. Seeing each other again- it's good for me, good for the both of us, I hope."

Blaine nodded, "Of course it is," and his heart swelled with a familiar warmth when Kurt suddenly wrapped Blaine in his arms, hugging him tightly. "Thank you," Kurt muffled over his shoulder, and Blaine quickly returning the hug, resting his face in the crook of Kurt's neck. He inhaled, sighing in content at Kurt's vanilla and musk scent. They just stood there for a few moments, fully engaged in each other. Their touch created sparks between them; the touch was electrically familiar, and they both milked in warmth.

The moment ended soon enough, and they separated, letting their hands linger on each other for a small second longer. They starred into each other's eyes, not wanting to have to leave the place they both felt was home at one time.

Kurt blushed, turning to Carson on the couch. "I'm just going to grab her and head up to bed. Thanks again, Blaine, really."

His hand motioned Kurt to walk ahead of him, "Anytime, Kurt."

Kurt nodded and picked Carson up in his arms, grunting. "God, Carson, why can't you weigh thirty-five pounds again?" He smiled to himself and breezed past Blaine. "I'll see you in the morning, Blaine. Sweet dreams," he said as his feet padded up the staircase.

He was already in the guest room with the door closed when Blaine whispered, "I'll see you in the morning, Kurt."

Got a little Klaine action, mhm mhm ;) Hope you liked it, or somewhat found this chapter more entertaining than watching grass grow, I guess.

Peace out for the holidays suckaasss,

Mancoocoo