Michael's arm snaked out to wrap around Blaine gently, finding comfort in the simple gesture from his son that he knew meant so much. Blaine was a good boy. A fantastically behaved kid with a heart of gold, and Michael would never stop being grateful that his son had grown up to be such an incredible young man. "You know something, Blaine Anderson? You're an amazing kid. You're a beautiful person, and I'm honored that I get to be your dad, even if I haven't exactly acted like it lately. I love you with all my heart, kiddo."

It only took a moment for Michael to mull that over before he was nodding his consent. "Of course. That's okay with me. I'd really like a chance to get to know the guy who turned your head. He has to be something special if you care about him as much as you do." Carefully, so as not to hurt his bad shoulder, Michael shifted to rest his head on top of Blaine's. "And he's welcome to stay the weekend. Of course. As long as his dad doesn't mind. I do want to talk to him and really get to know him... And I want to talk to you and get to know you again, too. I let this go on far too long, Blaine, and I can never apologize enough. I can't promise you things will be perfect from now on, but I promise you with all my heart that I will never stop fighting to protect you. The real you, and not the you I tried to make you be."