**Three Months Later**

Kurt walked out of the Lima Bean around midnight to find Finn waiting for him. After a quick hug and reassurance from Kurt that he would be okay, the two started walking towards Finn's car.

"Where's Dad?"

"He's at home. I just wanted to see you, Kurt. I feel like such a shitty brother, I haven't been here at all," Finn said, a look of guilt on his face.

"Finn, you have a life. Of course you weren't going to be back in Lima when I have Dad and Carole. I'm just really glad you're here now."

"I told Burt I wouldn't talk about how your surgery is tomorrow- Oh shit. Forget I said that. I didn't say anything," Finn mumbled, obviously trying to wrap his head around what he was and was not supposed to do.

After months of treatment, the doctors had told Kurt that surgery was the only possibility. The tumor wasn't responding to the chemotherapy, and if this didn't work, they would be out of options.

Kurt felt morose as he thought about it, finally looking up to see Finn staring at him with a strange look on his face.

"You alright, man?"

"Fine, Finn. Can- can I drive home?" he asked cautiously.

"Uh you don't even have a license," Finn reminded him.

"It might be my last chance," Kurt said, feeling slightly guilty for pulling the cancer card, but what the hell.

Finn gaped before handing Kurt the keys. They climbed into the car and Kurt started it.

"Okay, now just back up-" Finn began, cutting off when Kurt slammed on the gas, peeling out of the parking lot.

"ONE WAY! Kurt, this is one way!" yelled Finn as they turned down a road, the car still flying.

Kurt wasn't thinking, just going.

"Stop the car! Stop it!"

Kurt finally screeched to a halt, car half on the road and half on the grass as vehicles on the road with them beeped and drove around them.

"Get out," he whispered, "Just for a minute."

Finn looked confused, not moving as he stared at Kurt.

"GET OUT!"

Looking hurt, Finn jumped out of the car quickly, slamming the door. Kurt locked it, leaning his head against the steering wheel before hitting his hands on it.

"DAMN IT!" he yelled, "Damn it, damn it, fuck." He hit the wheel some more, hot tears running down his face as he tried not to hyperventilate.

He sat like that for a few minutes and then pulled out his phone, dialing a number with shaky hands.

"Kurt? It's almost midnight. What's going on?"

Kurt laughed in response, "Um... just having a nervous breakdown. I may or may not have fractured my larynx and scared the shit out of my brother."

"Do you need me to come get you?" Blaine asked with concern.

"No, no, I just- I just wanted to hear your voice. I'm so fucking tired of being sick. Did you know that if this surgery doesn't work- well that's it."

"It'll work, Kurt. And I'll be there tomorrow, just like I promised. We talked about this, remember?"

Kurt was quiet, breathing more steadily now, "Mhm."

He jumped at a sudden knock on the window as Finn began to talk from outside, "Come on, man, let me in."

"I gotta go," he said into the phone, "But thank you."

"You'll be fine, Kurt. I'll see you tomorrow," Blaine replied before he hung up, whispering to himself, "You'll be fine."