Chapter 5

They exchanged messages the next few hours, only stopping to eat or shower. Kurt was now lying on his bed, it was about 11 and he was ready to sleep but he wasn't ready to say goodnight to Blaine.

The two had mainly discussed their friends and family that day. Kurt told Blaine about his father and about his mother's death. He talked about his step mom and of course, Finn. He told Blaine about Rachel and Mercedes. He even talked about Santana for a few texts.

Blaine told him about his little sister, and Kurt could tell just by the texts he had sent, how much he really cared for her. He briefly mentioned his mother and father, saying nothing but good things about them. Kurt couldn't help but be slightly envious about how perfect Blaine's life seemed to be. He didn't wish any different on the boy because Kurt really liked Blaine. But he couldn't help but wish he had the pleasure of growing up in such a simple, happy, family.

Blaine also told him about his best friends from Dalton. He said he still saw them often but he still missed them a lot at school. When Kurt heard that he felt slightly guilty. He really had judged Blaine before giving him a chance on his first week. No one had really talked or acknowledged him until today and Kurt was partly to blame for that.

I really am sorry about giving you the cold shoulder all week. I honestly thought you hated me and I wanted to show you it didn't bother me.

Kurt really wanted to be honest with Blaine so that he could help the boy understand his behavior better.

From Blaine: Don't worry about it. And why in the world would I hate you? You never did anything to me.

Kurt nervously typed his reply. He said he would be honest so he had to hold true to that.

I just figured you heard from someone else that I'm gay and didn't want anything to do with me.

Blaine's reply came back almost instantaneous.

From Blaine: Kurt, I'm gay.

Santana had been right. He honestly couldn't believe it. This gorgeous guy who had stared at him all week was actually gay. It seemed much too perfect.

Are you really or are you just saying that to mess with me?

It had to be a joke. No one like Blaine could ever be gay, let alone interested in Kurt. It was way too good to be true.

From Blaine: Of course I'm really gay. Seriously, how did you not notice this before? xP

Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes. It was true, he had really crappy gaydar, especially considering the fact that he was gay, himself. Weren't gay people supposed to have flawless gaydar?

Yeah, yeah... My gaydar sucks, I know. Don't rub it in. :P

From Blaine: It's okay, I won't hold it against you.

Good. I don't enjoy having things held against me.

From Blaine: I could change that. ;)

Kurt's eyes widened and he blushed redder than he had in probably forever, but he couldn't hide the smile that came across his face.

:o Blaine, that joke was widely inappropriate.

Lol! Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I'll be good from now on, I promise.

He bit his lip and typed back.

Somehow I find that hard to believe...

From Blaine: No, really, I promise. Inappropriate Blaine is put away for the night. :)

Kurt rolled his eyes but he was still smiling.

Good. XP So, what is appropriate Blaine doing right now?

From Blaine: He is sitting on his bed and attempting to finish a drawing of the perfection that is Sophia Anderson.

Kurt smiled at how freaking adorable this guy was. And maybe he had a shot with him. He had been flirting earlier...

How is that going for him?

From Blaine: He is not succeeding.

He laughed a little and looked at the clock. If he didn't go to sleep soon he would really have trouble getting up tomorrow morning. As much as he didn't want to he sent the message he had been putting off for hours.

Well, it's getting pretty late. I should probably be getting to bed... I'll see you tomorrow in class?

From Blaine: Damn, I didn't realize it was so late. I need to get sleep too. I actually won't see you tomorrow, sorry. I have a doctor's appointment. It's about my cold. I really don't think I need to go but my parents don't take sickness light in this family so...

Kurt frowned. He wouldn't be able to see Blaine at all tomorrow. Oh well, at least it meant he would get better sooner. Kurt was honestly really curious to what Blaine sounded like and couldn't wait until the boy could talk again.

Oh okay, well can you still text me then?

From Blaine: Of course. ;D

Good. So... I'll talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams Blaine.

From Blaine: You too. :)

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Blaine woke up early that morning so that his parents could drive him to the doctor's office. He really thought it was unnecessary for the entire family to follow him to these appointments but they insisted. They even had Sophie come, despite Blaine's objections that she was too young.

They packed themselves into one car. He sat in the back with Sophie and his parents discussed money for the one thousandth time. That's always what they talked about on the way to these appointments and Blaine was getting really tired of it.

They got there and sat in the waiting room before they called Blaine's name and he walked into the examination room, his family following closely behind. His parents took the two seats near the door and he sat up on the examination table, pulling Sophie onto his lap as they waited for the doctor.

The little girl handed him the small white board and asked, "Blainey, are they going to make you better this time?"

He tried his best to smile reassuringly at the girl but he was sure it came out strained. 'I hope so.' he wrote down.

She smiled and hugged Blaine around the neck. "Good because I really miss your voice."

That response killed him inside. He knew that his sister would be lucky to ever hear his voice again and there was nothing any of them could do about it. Before his tears could fall his doctor walked in the door, smiling brightly. "Hello, Blaine. How are you doing today?"

Blaine tapped his sister on the back to get her to release her hold on him. His mother stood to retrieve the girl and his family sat in the corner of the room.

In reply to his doctor he simply nodded and smiled lightly. The man smiled back, still the happiest person in the room and walked over to Blaine to check his normal vital functions and reflexes.

"You're looking good." He said when he was done and Blaine only nodded. "How are the headaches?"

His mother chimed in. "They're getting more frequent in the evenings. We were hoping you could increase his dosage of his medicine by a bit."

The doctor nodded and flipped through Blaine's file. "I suppose we could increase it by a bit. I'm looking at your MRI results from last week..."

By the way he said it Blaine already knew that their situation was only worsening. "It seems the tumor has grown slightly from last time. Are you having any trouble remembering writing, reading, or remembering words lately?"

Blaine shook his head and looked over at his mother's devastate face. It hurt Blaine to think that she still held some kind of hope that the cancer would go away on its own. What hurt him more was that they dragged Sophie to these visits and made her force to hear that he brother was only getting sicker. They said she had a right to know but Blaine couldn't help but disagree.

He nodded. "I'm glad to hear that. I'll order you a new MRI for two weeks from now." He turned to Blaine's parents. "How are you guys on money for the surgery."

Blaine's dad, who had remained silent the entire time, shook his head, looking at the floor. "We are trying. I can only make money so fast and the insurance still won't cover it. And with you ordering MRIs every month it sets us back quite a bit."

"Sir, I don't do it to set you back. Your son has a brain tumor. I can't just let that go unmonitored. If it grows into another part of his brain it could end up affecting more than just his language and communication skills. It could affect something more vital and the MRIs help us make sure that isn't happening." He replied patiently.

Blaine could see tears in his dad's eyes and it was something that he hated more than anything. It was like you really knew the world was falling apart when your father couldn't even stop his tears anymore. Blaine looked down at his hands, getting more upset with himself.

He was seeing a psychiatrist to keep him from offing himself and they made a point to tell him that none of this was his fault. He wasn't dumb. This was entirely his fault. The only reason his parents struggled with money, the only reason anyone in his family cried was him. It didn't matter if he could control it or not, it was still because of him.

He stood up abruptly and got everyone's attention. He wished he could tell his family to just forget about all of it and let nature take its course but he knew they would only increase his time in therapy. He shook his head and signed to his family that he was going to get some air and walked out of the office before any of them could see his tears fall as well.