Blaine gaped for a moment, letting the information sink in. "Is this what you weren't being truthful about?"

"Yeah... and it's why I was so upset the night we met."

Blaine stared at his feet, trying to steady himself. It felt like his world was tipping, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening.

"Do you have any questions?" Kurt asked almost mechanically, waiting to tell Blaine the specifics, the medical terms he had learned only weeks earlier. That was the first thing everyone asked: what kind of cancer? As if the type really made a difference.

Instead, Blaine merely shook his head, "I just wish... I don't' know, I just wish that you didn't have to deal with this."

"Yeah, me too," Kurt scoffed before his face softened, "But it's life, it's not going to be fair."

Blaine stood there for a minute, unable to tear his eyes away from Kurt.

"I understand if you want to leave, it's fine, it's whatever."

"What?" he responded, sinking into the chair beside Kurt.

"Why would you want to be with a guy with cancer? Well, not be with, that's not what I meant-"

"Why not?" Blaine said, trying to ignore the tears threatening to spill out.

"What?" Kurt asked disbelievingly, voice barely above a whisper as he picked at the hem of his shirt.

"Why would I not want to be with you? You're beautiful and talented and sarcastic and strange in that good way that everyone should be strange in. And you're... you're just wonderful and all I think every day is, 'Wow I hope I get to spend more time with Kurt.' Why would I not want to be with you?" Blaine replied in one breath, trying to express his feelings quickly before Kurt interrupted him. As he finished his last sentence, he closed his eyes, almost shaking with the realization that he had finally said all of the words that he had been suppressing since meeting Kurt.

When he opened his eyes again, it was because he felt Kurt's hand on his. He stared at Blaine for a minute before saying, "If I didn't feel so nauseous I swear I would kiss you so hard on your big stupid mouth."

Blaine just grinned slightly in response, lacing his fingers in Kurt's. "This'll do for now."

After a different nurse had come and unhooked Kurt's IV several hours later, Blaine helped him stand up, noticing how tired he was.

"Would it be too forward if I said you could spend the night at my house?" Blaine asked.

"I'm not going to be any fun, just warning you," Kurt muttered, remembering how exhausted he had been after his last treatment.

"I know, I just- I want to be there for you."

Nodding at him, Kurt smiled faintly with just a hint of sadness.

As they pulled up to Blaine's house, Kurt sent Carole a quick text. At a friend's- be back tomorrow. Love ya

"Well, it certainly isn't as large as your house, but it's home," Blaine said, ushering Kurt inside.

"It's perfect," he replied, admiring the lived-in rec room they entered, trying to take in everything despite the fatigue threatening to overcome him.

As they were heading towards the living room, Kurt's knees suddenly buckled, spots blurring his vision. Almost crashing to the floor, he felt strong arms wrap around him, pulling him back up.

"Kurt, Kurt, are you okay?"

He merely nodded in response, letting the arms pull him onto the couch. "You're so strong," he mumbled, nuzzling into Blaine, only half conscious and drifting towards sleep.

Blaine blinked away tears and put his arm over the other man's waist, allowing him to move in closer.

How could Kurt have ever thought that he would run away because of this? After having known him for only a month, Blaine could already feel himself getting entangled in the mess that was Kurt Hummel's life.