At first, he thought that it was the light that had roused him from sleep earlier than usual. He wasn't exactly sure why, though, because it had never bothered him before. So why was he awake?

The answer was given by a slightly chapped pair of lips connecting with his cheek. "Morning."

"Finn?" And before he could elaborate, he was turned around to lay on his back, Finn beaming a lopsided grin down at him.

Apparently something was going on, because Finn's grin widened and he spotted his dad and Carole by the foot of his bed when Finn urged him into a sitting position. His dad held a tray of breakfast, and Kurt spotted his favorite fruit-salad on it, amongst other things. There seemed to be enough things for them all to dine right then and there in his bed.

"It's been a year since you failed to kill yourself, Kurt." Finn exclaimed, with a bluntness that made Burt flinch and Kurt blink. "So we're celebrating that you're alive."

"And happy." Carole added with a fond smile, sitting down on the bed and patting one of his legs. His dad soon joined her, placing the tray in the middle of the bed as soon as Kurt had scooted over.

"Uhm... Thank you." He still felt slightly dazed by it. He hadn't given the date any thoughts at all. Celebrating the anniversary of his suicide attempt seemed a little strange, but yet... It was very sweet of his family to do this for him.

Finn snickered and leaned in for a proper kiss before he went for the tray of food, wrapping his free arm around Kurt's waist and tugging him closer. Meanwhile, Kurt was reaching out for the salad and falling into deep thought.

It was true what Carole had said. He was happy. He still had nightmares about him, but they were getting scarcer and scarcer. He was closer to his father than he could ever remember being, he and Carole were getting on. Almost like mother and son, even though he wasn't ready to admit it just quite yet.

And he and Finn were still together. It hadn't been a pity thing, Finn had made that quite clear.

Why, just last week Finn had casually mentioned what kind of house he'd like for them to have when they moved out and got married. Kurt remembered choking on air when he heard it, making Finn laugh.

So yes, he was happy. He could smile and laugh without forcing it, and the lasting depression was controlled by a tame dose of antidepressants.

A dose that was continuously being lowered, at that.

Kurt accepted the glass of orange juice - completely organic and freshly pressed - offered by his dad, and gave them all a bright, honest smile.

He was fine.

And with that, this story is at an end. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews, and thank you for reading! 3