"Poor Blaine," Rachel sighed, nursing a cup of steaming tea. "Dance 101 is called the Devil's Workshop for a reason."

"No one calls it that except for you Rachel," Kurt glanced up from where he was studying on the couch. "And stop watching my boyfriend sleep! That's creepy!"

"He looks sad even while he sleeps," She mused and Kurt glared at her. "His arms are covered in bruises."

"Are we watching Blaine sleep?" Santana stepped into the living room, running a brush through her hair.

"No!"

"He's been sleeping a lot," She glanced into the partition where Blaine was curled up on his and Kurt's bed. "Must be the mono."

"Blaine doesn't have mono," Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Kurt, some people have gaydars and some people have monodars. I happen to have both," She shrugged. "Blaine has mono. He's always sleeping, listless, pale...it's mono."

"It's not," He snapped back before jumping up and pushing past them, firmly closing the curtain.

After he was sure that the two girls weren't hiding behind the curtain he carefully lay down next to his boyfriend. Blaine didn't even stir but Kurt frowned when he saw that his t-shirt was sticking to his skin with sweat and his hair was damp.

"Hmm?" Blaine cracked an eye open as Kurt pressed a hand to his forehead.

"You're warm," Kurt moved his hand to his cheeks. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," Blaine stretched and Kurt could see the lines of bruises along his arms.

"Do you think you need to see a doctor?" Kurt rubbed at his shoulder, feeling the damp t-shirt. "You've been out of it for a few weeks now. Maybe it's some kind of flu thing."

"What can a doctor do?" Blaine's eyes were sliding shut again.

"It'll make me feel better," Kurt snuggled up to him and Blaine smiled a little.

"Will you stop bugging me so I can sleep?"

"Maybe," Kurt laughed, kissing the corner of his mouth.

The next day Blaine sat on top of the examination table, reading a magazine and swinging his legs a little. He tried to ignore the itch of the band aid covering the needle mark on his arm from the blood test.

A soft knock made him jump and he glanced up to see the doctor smiling softly at him. He took a few steps in, holding a folder.

"Sorry for the wait Blaine," He said with another smile and Blaine felt a strange twist in his stomach by how sympathetic the doctor sounded and looked. "I wanted some other doctors to look over the results."

"Don't worry about it. So...mono?"

His chest tightened when the doctor sighed and pulled a chair up.

"Blaine...there is no easy way to say this but it's leukemia."

Instantly he felt like his brain short circuited. White noise filled his head and Blaine sat there, staring blankly at the man in front of him.

"Um...Dr. Howard there must be some mistake," He was finally able to stutter out.

"I checked the results several times and so did other doctors," Dr. Howard pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to him. "You're incredibly high white cell and blast count are telltale signs. I'm so sorry."

Blaine stared down at the paper, trying to figure out what the words in front of him were saying. Wanting to find some mistake. Wanting to see that someone else's name was on top.

Blaine Devon Anderson
Diagnosis: Acute lymphoblastic leukemia

"This is wrong."

"It's not," Dr. Howard shook his head. "Now, we have to start treatment as soon as we can. ALL is fast acting and dangerous. You're a student here right? Your permanent address says you're from Ohio."

"I am."

"I would highly suggest you go back. School is going to be there when you are all better," The doctor leaned forward to get his attention. "You need all the support you can get."

"Am...am I going to die?" He was a little horrified by how weak and shaky his voice sounded.

"I know that I am going to work as hard as I can to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Can I think about it?" Blaine crinkled the test results in his hands a little. "Decide about moving?"

"This needs to be decided as quickly as possible Blaine," Dr. Howard gave him a long look. "With this kind of cancer we have to hit it hard and fast."

"Okay," Blaine nodded; feeling like every bone in his body was replaced with lead.

Without remembering how he got there Blaine found himself sitting in the waiting room, pamphlets and phone clutched in his hands. His finger hovered over his boyfriend's name in his phone. It was like he was completely frozen from the news. Like his brain was trying desperately to figure out what was happening but couldn't make it out over the white noise.

Blaine jumped as the phone vibrated in his hands and answered on reflex.

"Where are you?" Kurt asked. "Was there a long wait at the doctor office? I can pick us up Chinese if you want."

"I'm still here."

"Are you coming home?" Kurt laughed.

"I don't...I can't..." And for the first time since he got the news tars started streaming down his face.

"Blaine?" Kurt suddenly sounded serious. "Sweetheart?"

"I need you," Blaine sobbed out, trying to block out everyone around him.

God, what a pathetic sight he made sobbing on the phone with a pile of cancer pamphlets.

"Where are you?"

Kurt all but ran to his boyfriend as soon as he walked through the doors, eyes wide and scared. He sat down next to him, picking up the pamphlets without looking at them, and placed a hand on his back.

"Blaine? Are you okay?" He whispered quickly. "What happened?"

Blaine just covered his face with his hands and shook harder.

"Blaine...oh," His heart clenched as he realized that Kurt had looked at the pamphlets. "Blaine?"

"He says it's leukemia," Blaine whispered, almost too soft to be heard.

"Let's go home," Kurt offered him his hand.

"Tell me everything," He said once they were curled up on the couch sharing a blanket. "They're sure?"

"Yeah," Blaine nodded. "I have another appointment tomorrow.

"Blaine..."

"I'm going to go to bed," He stood up quickly, still trying desperately to catch up to his own mind.

"We have to talk about this," Kurt tried to grab his arm but Blaine jerked away.

"I'm really tired."

"You can't ignore this! We have to talk about it!"

"I don't want to!" Blaine took a few steps away. "I don't want talk about it! I don't want to think about it! I just want to go to sleep. Jesus Christ Kurt, I am tired! I'm exhausted."

He spun on his heels so Kurt couldn't see the tears filling his eyes.

After a few moments of lying curled up on the bed Kurt slid in behind him and wrapped his arms around Blaine.

"We can do this."

"Kurt..."

"It might not be serious," He whispered. "We will just take this a step at a time. I'm here for you. My dad got through it."

"Did you know that eighty to ninety percent of young adults with leukemia go into remission?" Blaine said softly.

"That's huge! That's amazing!"

"Over half of them relapse so the five year survival rate is really like forty percent," Kurt completely froze. "So...yeah..."

"Blaine..."

"And the treatment is supposed to be horrible. I might lose my hair. I'll throw up all the time. I'll feel like...like death," He started shaking violently.

"I'll be there with you."

"But we're in school. How...how can it..." Kurt's arms tightened around him again.

"Have you told your parents?"

"No," Blaine suddenly felt cold. "I should."

"Do you want me here?" Kurt pressed a kiss behind his ear.

Blaine nodded and wiped his eyes as he sat up, holding his phone in shaky hands as he dialed his parents's number.

"Hi sweetheart!" His mother sang into the phone and Blaine's eyes flooded with tears. "How are you?"

"Hi mama," He said softly. "I have something I have to tell you."

"I'm listening."

"I haven't been feeling well lately," His breath hitched. "I've been really tired and sore lately and I thought it was maybe mono so I went to the doctor..."

"Blaine?" Her voice was horribly emotionless. "Is something wrong."

"Yes."

"Honey," He squeezed his eyes tightly shut. "What happened?"

"The doctor says it looks like leukemia," He breathed. "I have a few more tests tomorrow morning to see what is exactly going on."

"Oh," Kurt wrapped an arm around his waist. "Oh my God."

"I know grandpa died from cancer. I'm just...I'm scared," He let out a whimper and heard his mom sob. "Don't cry mama. Don't cry."

"When are you going to come home? I can find the best oncologist in Ohio and we will start fighting this," Blaine turned wide eyes to his boyfriend.

"I'm coming home?"

"When my dad was going through chemo he was hardly able to take care of himself. I want you to be comfortable and you can't be comfortable on the sixth floor of an apartment with no elevator," She sighed.

"Can I think about it?" He whispered.

"It's what is best," His mother said quickly. "I can tell your father if you want."

"Yeah," Guilt bubbled up in his chest. "It's just...we don't really talk..."

"I'll do it. You have to call Cooper," She sounded choked up again. "I love you dear."

"I love you too mommy," He whispered.

"I'll call you back about the travel plans. You're my baby boy and I am going to help you," His mother insisted. "Call me tomorrow?"

"Of course."

They said their goodbyes and hung up, Blaine staring sadly at his phone.

"Now you only have Cooper," Kurt squeezed his shoulder.

"Coop has an audition today. I can call him tomorrow," Blaine tossed his phone on the bed and lay down. "Just...I want to take a nap."

Kurt pressed up behind him and smiled.

"What time is your appointment tomorrow?"

"8:45 in the morning," Blaine sighed and snuggled back into his boyfriend's chest.

"So we should probably leave at eight," He mused.

"You have class," Blaine cracked an eye open.

"Fuck class," Kurt whispered into his ear making him smile slightly. "I'm going to be here for you."

"So what happens if I do go back to Ohio?"

"When. When you go back," Kurt sighed. "Sweetheart we are in a small apartment and can only reach the hospital on a bus. I don't want you sick on a bus with all those germs."

"I don't want to leave you."

"I'm coming too," Kurt intertwined their fingers together.

"But what about school?" Blaine turned around to face him.

"I can start up again later," Kurt shrugged. "I'll work in the garage with my dad."

"No," Tears filled Blaine's eyes and he cursed his emotions. "I can't have you putting your dreams aside just for me."

"You are my dream," Kurt leaned forward to kiss him gently.