Day Two

Two days after the transplant Burt found Cooper sitting on the floor outside of Blaine's room. He winced slightly as his knees popped as he slid down to sit next to him.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing," Cooper mumbled, staring down at his hands.

"It's so obvious that you and Blaine are brothers," Burt chuckled. "You know that it's okay to show an emotion besides being happy and charming right?"

Cooper sighed heavily and scrubbed his hands through his hair.

"If the transplant doesn't work...Blaine will die..." Cooper said slowly. "And...I was the one to donate. If my cells don't help and he dies, I'll never forgive myself."

"Cooper..."

"He's my baby brother," Cooper blinked furiously, tears filling his eyes. "When he was born my mom put him in my arms and told me 'Cooper, part of being a big brother is that you have to protect and be there for him.' What if I can't? What if the transplant doesn't work and my cells end up killing him?"

"You love your brother, don't you?" Cooper nodded quickly. "The transplant is out of our hands. I know it's hard but you've done everything you can. Without you we would have had to go through the registry and most likely wouldn't have found anything. You are the reason Blaine has a good chance. You're saving him."

"I feel like I'm killing him."

"The cancer is. You're saving him," Burt reached over and squeezed his shoulder. "You're a good guy and so is Blaine. With all the crap that kiddo has been through, the universe owes him."

"Seriously though!" Cooper chuckled through his tears.

"Blaine will be okay," Burt said softly.

"Yeah."

"I know you're scared but your brother needs you to be strong," Cooper sucked in a trembling breath. "You're an actor."

Cooper scrubbed his face with his hands before standing up and stepping into Blaine's room.

"How're you feeling Blainers?" He asked softly, plastering a smile on his face.

"Sick," Blaine mumbled, curled around the bucket the nurse had given him for his nausea.

"But you're getting better," Cooper gently rubbed his back.

Hollywood didn't know, but Cooper was actually a damn good actor.

Day Seven

Blaine hated how tired he was. He hated that he could hardly keep his eyes open or stay awake through a conversation.

But at least he was always falling asleep with his head cushioned against his husband's chest.

It was kind of like being in a constant state of being at the edge of waking up, trapped between consciousness and a dream. He let his fingers draw circles on Kurt's stomach and smiled.

"You're awake?" Kurt put down his magazine.

"Mmhmm."

"Kinda?" Kurt teased.

"Mmhmm."

"Blaine," He let his eyes crack open a little. "I just...I'm so lucky you are my husband. Every day I think about how lucky I am."

"I love you," Blaine mumbled, fighting to stay awake.

"I love you too. More than anything."

Day Twenty-Nine

Lisa sat by her son's side and hummed softly. He had gone three whole days without vomiting and every day he seemed a little more awake.

"Are you angry at me?" Her head snapped up to see her son looking at her.

"What?"

"After all this stuff happened. My being gay, Sadie Hawkins, and now this," His eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry I wasn't the son you expected."

"Sweetheart," She moved forward to grab his hand. "You have never disappointed me. Not ever. You are a remarkable young man and I amsoproud of what you have accomplished and everything you have done. I don't care that you're gay. I love you so much."

"I love you too mommy," Blaine smiled softly, eyes filling with tears.

"Now, you're going to be fine," Lisa patted his hand gently. "You are going to move to New York again with your husband and you're going to adopt me a grandbaby."

"Yeah," The doubt in his eyes broke her heart.

Day Thirty-Two

Kurt was holding Blaine's hand tightly as Pauline looked over the tests in front of them. It was like every single person in the room was holding their breath at the same time.

"Well..." She flipped another page. "It looks like we have engraftment."

"What does that mean?" Andrew asked, squeezing his son's shoulder.

"It means that the bone marrow is producing new cells," Pauline grinned. "Your body accepted the transplant and is making new, healthy cells."

"That's good?" Kurt asked, voice a squeak.

"It's very good," Pauline's smile widened. "We didn't find any cancer cells in the last test. Congratulations Blaine, you're in remission."