"He has cancer?!" Blaine woke to Rachel's gasp outside in the living room.

"Shh!" Kurt shushed her angrily. "He's sleeping!"

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Rachel's breathing came out in little squeaks. "They always say you'll know someone who has cancer. I thought it was just your dad! I can't believe it..."

"You're kidding," Santana sounded emotionless.

"So he needs to go into treatment as soon as possible and it's going to take a few months. We're going back to Ohio," Blaine curled in further on himself, ignoring his phone vibrating on the bedside table.

"What about NYADA?"

"Fuck NYADA," Santana snapped back. "You need to be there for your boy Kurt. No excuses."

"Thanks Tana," Kurt said fondly. "I'll just come back later. It's not a big deal."

"Will he be...okay?"

"Yeah," Blaine's breath caught when he heard the waver in Kurt's voice. "Yeah, he will be."

"Let us know if you guys need anything," Santana said softly.

This was what Blaine was scared of. He knew the moment he walked out into the living room he was going to get awkward smiles and everyone trying to be too helpful. He was going to be forever treated differently.

One little test changed how everyone was going to see him.

In one test he went from charming lead vocalist who was a future Broadway performer to cancer victim.

And that was all anyone was going to see.

"I'm going to check up on him," Kurt said from the other side of the partition.

"I can make get better cookies!" Rachel piped up.

Blaine kept his eyes closed until he felt the bed dip down next to him.

"Baby?" Kurt whispered in his ear. "Wake up. You have fourteen missed calls from Cooper."

"Hmm?" Blaine sighed and kept his eyes closed.

"He's probably just worried after you called," His eyes snapped open.

"Oh! I totally forgot to call Cooper," Blaine sat up, wincing at the aches in his body and grabbed his cell phone.

"What. The. Fuck?" Cooper snarled as soon as he picked up. "What the fuck Blaine? You completely forget to call me and tell me you have fucking cancer?"

"Coop..."

"No! I got a phone call from mom asking if I was planning on coming back to Ohio to help out. Imagine my surprise when she said it was because you have fucking cancer."

"I'm sorry."

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" Cooper snapped.

"I just...you had an audition. I didn't want you to drop everything..."

"Christ Blaine," Cooper sighed loudly. "The audition doesn't mean anything to me. Of course I would have dropped everything."

"That's just it!" Blaine tried to keep his voice down. "It's like just one little doctor appointment later and everything changes. It's just supposed to change my life. No one else's. No one else was supposed to get fucked over by this."

"You're my baby brother," Cooper said softly.

"Cooper..."

"You're my baby brother and I love you," He said simply and all the words died in Blaine's mouth.

"Okay."

"So I am flying up this weekend. Mom says you have tickets to come home on Monday, make sure you're packed," Blaine smiled a little.

"Yes sir."

"I'm going to imagine you just saluted," Blaine ducked his head as he grinned. "I'll see you soon."

"Yeah," Blaine nodded. "Bye."

"You okay?" Kurt asked softly and Blaine nodded.

That night Blaine lay awake, staring at the piles of boxes that lay around the room. His heart pounded a little fast and he closed his eyes tightly. When Kurt moved over and wrapped his arm around his waist something inside of him broke.

He spun around and pressed his lips to his boyfriend's reaching up to cup his cheek.

"Umph!" Kurt grunted as he was quickly woken up. "Blaine? Blaine stop!"

"Don't wanna," Blaine pressed his body against Kurt's.

"Stop!" Kurt pushed him back gently. "What's gotten into you?"

"Please Kurt please," Tears started streaming down his face. "I need this."

"You're upset and confused..."

"I'm going to start chemotherapy Kurt," Blaine breath hitched. "And in a few weeks I'm going to be exhausted and sick and lose my hair and lose weight and you wont want to touch me."

He curled in on himself as he sobbed.

"Blaine..."

"So while I'm still okay I want this. I want one more time of us just being normal," He was shaking hard in Kurt's arms. "I mean...what if we never get the chance."

"Don't say that," Kurt grabbed his arm tightly. "You're going to be fine."

"What if I'm not," Blaine whimpered. "Fuck Kurt I could die."

Kurt didn't respond and just held onto him as tightly as he could.

"Please baby," Blaine looked up at him with wide tear filled eyes. "Just tonight. I just need you tonight."

Kurt stared into his eyes for a long time before capturing his lips in a kiss. They kissed deeply as they stripped off their pajamas and Blaine whimpered loudly when they pressed together.

"In me Kurt in me," Blaine panted.

"I don't want to hurt you," Kurt paused, leaning back.

"You could never hurt me."

They clung together tightly as Kurt slowly rocked into him. Tears ran down both of their cheeks and they kissed, not caring that their roommates could probably hear the soft moans and whimpers.

Afterwards they were still pressed tightly against each other, neither one wanting to move.

"I'm scared," Blaine whispered.

"Me too."

Kurt only allowed himself to cry when he was sure Blaine was asleep. His boyfriend still seemed to be in a state of shock and this was the first time he had seen any real emotion from him.

So when Kurt woke up the next morning with his boyfriend pressed against him sleeping deeply he let himself break down a little.

In the early streams of sunlight he could see dark bruises where he had gripped Blaine's upper arms too tightly.