That just earned an emphatic shake of Blaine's head. "You're not a nutcase. You're not crazy. You're nothing like that. You've been sick, and we're working on that. You might still fight that for a long time to come, and it still doesn't make you crazy. Now just pause for a moment, sweetheart. You're starting to stumble right back into those traps of self-loathing because you're feeling threatened by what I've suggested. It was just a thought, okay? You don't have to do it. We can work something else out. At the end of the day, my apartment isn't that far away from yours. If this is too much and you're really not ready for that amount of changes, we'll just set it aside and forget about it. I'm not going to do anything that impedes on your recovery. You're my priority here. Yes, I would love to be able to be more easily accessible for you to help you when you get discharged, but if staying with Quinn and Mercedes is what you want, I'll just come visit a lot. Nothing is ever set in stone, Kurt," he reassured him with a smile.

"But for the record? I would never, ever feel stuck with you, Kurt. It's the opposite. I want an excuse to spend more time with you, and I want to take care of you. This was just the first option I came up with. I knew there was a high probability you wouldn't be comfortable with it, but I thought it was worth talking to you about it anyway. Maybe it's even a future possibility, huh? For when you're feeling better and back on your feet? We can take a look at it again then. We can just rock the epic sleepovers now. You can come stay at my place and I can stay at yours. You'll never make me feel stuck though. You make me happy, I love being with you, that's not stuck," he insisted.