Oh my gosh, I think this fic has officially made my day. :D

When my dad had his heart attack," he begins, and Blaine nods faintly, because his eyebrows may be pulled together into a quizzical frown but he's Blaine and he still remembers everything that Kurt tells him, "everyone either left me utterly to my own devices or they did whatever would make them feel better. All I wanted was for someone to ask what I wanted. So." This. so much.

I'm in love with your characterization and the little details like Pedro's relieved face and thumbs up.