"A month?" Blaine stared blankly at Pauline who nodded slowly. "I thought I was just going to have to come in for a few hours every week."

"When we looked at the results from the New York hospital that was what we thought. However, with the results of the last tests we ran I think this is best," Pauline handed out a small booklet to everyone in the room. "It's impatient chemotherapy treatment. You'll be given treatment for six days a week continuously and a break on the seventh. There is a high risk of infection so you need to be monitored."

"It's got to be insanely expensive!"

"That's not important Blaine," Andrew shook his head. "The money doesn't matter."

"I don't want to be in a hospital for a month," Blaine felt tears burning in his eyes.

"Blaine I don't think you understand the seriousness of the situation," Pauline said gently but Blaine shook his head quickly.

"No. I'm not going to trapped in a hospital for a month!"

"You have acute lymphoblastic leukemia," Her kind face was serious. "That means it moves fast. If you don't go through this treatment I don't see you surviving past three months."

The silence in the room made Blaine's ears ring.

"Wait what?" Cooper all but stuttered. "You're saying he'll die?"

"This is a very aggressive kind of cancer. The treatment has to be done in a hospital to keep infection at bay. Blaine, this is a very difficult treatment," She reached forward and took his hand. "Everyone in this room wants you to get better."

Blaine stared intently down at his hands that were clenched in his lap.

"When should I go?" He whispered.

"We can get you admitted and you can get into your room tomorrow," She gave him a smile. "I'll still be your oncologist. The staff there is wonderful."

"I'm sure."

"The oncology wing is absolutely amazing. They offer classes like yoga and art," Pauline tapped her finger on the packet. "There's a music room as well."

"Okay," Blaine nodded, sliding his fingers through his hair. "Fine."

"It'll be best. We'll get you scheduled for surgery in the morning so we can put in your chemo port," She smiled and motioned towards the horrible bruise on his hand. "So that doesn't keep happening."

Blaine nodded, still staying quiet. Out of the corner of his eye he could see tears shining on his mother's face. Kurt's hand on his shoulder was the only thing grounding him.

The car ride home was quiet and Blaine stared out of the window, gripping the pamphlets in a white knuckled grip.

"I can help you pack if you like?" Lisa glanced back at her son.

"Kurt can help."

"Okay..." Lisa nodded, turning back to the front and checking her phone. "Cooper is at the store and wants to know if you need anything."

"Can he get me like some kind of big pillow or something?" Blaine stretched slightly. "I've been really sore at night."

"Big pillow," Lisa muttered slowly as she typed it out on her phone.

As soon as they got home, Blaine took Kurt's hand and brought him upstairs. Kurt took a second to grab two duffle bags from the hall closet that Lisa had pointed him to.

"Okay, so we need clothes and..."

Blaine grabbed him and all but shoved him onto the bed, straddling him and kissing him deeply.

"Your parents are downstairs!" Kurt pushed him off a little.

"Like I'll have any more privacy over the next month? With doctors and nurses coming into my room," Blaine was scowling and yanked his shirt off. "I'll have to get a port put in and I will be so sick."

"Sweetheart," Kurt sat up and cupped his face, gently brushing tears off his cheeks. "I don't care about that. I want you to be healthy. I want you to be okay."

"I wont be," His voice cracked. "I'm tired and I'm scared."

Blaine burst into tears, his body shaking with his sobs and Kurt pulled him in until his forehead was resting on Kurt's chest.

"I'm scared too," Kurt blinked back tears. "I know things will happen. I know what could happen. I will never stop loving you or stop being attracted to you. You are beautiful and charming and loving. You are everything I've ever wanted."

Blaine's hands shook as he let them trail along Kurt's jaw and neck before leaning in with a tender kiss. They just stayed they, lips sliding against each other slowly.

"Kurt please I want to," Blaine slid a hand to Kurt's waistband. "We wont be able to for a long time and maybe not ever if..."

"Hey," Kurt pressed a finger to his lips. "You're not going to talk like that. We're not going to talk about ifs. You are going to be alright."

Blaine nodded slightly, blinking away tears.

"But we can if you want to," He smiled gently, running his fingers through Blaine's curls.

"I do," Blaine leaned forward in his lap, grinding down a little. "I want to do it just like this. I want you holding me and I want to see you."

"Whatever you want," Kurt pressed a kiss to his lips and gently pushed him off so they could take off their clothes.

Blaine slid back into his lap, legs moving to wrap around Kurt's waist as they kissed deeply. He sighed softly into the kiss as Kurt ran his hands up and down his back.

"Ready?" Kurt asked against his lips, reaching for the bottle of lube he had grabbed earlier. Blaine nodded quickly and hissed as Kurt slid a finger into him.

Soon Blaine was rocking onto his lap, gasping softy as he moved. Kurt felt tears spring to his eyes as he tried to remember the last time they were this close. He felt something wet hit his face and realized that Blaine was crying.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Kurt asked, hands moving to grab his boyfriend's hips to still them.

"No," Blaine said shakily. "I just love you so much."

"I love you too," Kurt couldn't hold in his tears.

It took them both a while of rocking and moaning until they finally were swept up in each other.

"I wish I could just stay here forever," Blaine sighed, still in Kurt's lap with his arms wrapped around him.

"Well we would get awful sticky," Kurt smiled when Blaine laughed softly. "We should probably get a shower and pack a little."

"Why?" Blaine whined.

"Because if you are in a hospital for so long then you are not wearing those hideous gowns," Kurt pressed a kiss to his nose as they untangled from each other and took a shower in the attached bathroom.

While they were picking out Blaine's more comfortable sweaters there was a soft knock at the door.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah, Cooper come in," Blaine held up a yellow sweater and a green one, looking between them.

"Mom said you wanted a big pillow," He pulled in a huge body pillow.

As soon as Blaine got a good look at it he burst into laughter. It was a nice memory foam pillow that had to have been really expensive but the case was all white except for the panda bear head at the top.

"It's awesome!" Blaine was grinning ear to ear.

"I was going to get the boring plain one but something told me this one was better," He was smiling. "I'm going to help you move to the hospital tomorrow. Mom and dad both have important meetings tomorrow morning they can't miss."

"I don't expect them to put everything in their lives aside," Blaine shrugged, smiling again when he looked at the pillow. "What time do you want to leave?"

"How does nine sound?"

Nine was too early. Blaine hated how tired he was all the time and struggled to stay awake in the car ride to the hospital. He knew that it was the medication he was on but he hated the feeling.

"Here we are," Cooper pulled the car into the hospital's huge parking garage. "Need any help?"

"Carry my pillow," Blaine handed the pillow to his brother who huffed. They walked into the large entrance.

"Excuse me," Cooper flashed the pretty volunteer at the desk a smile. "Point us to the oncology ward?"

"Oh...of course," Her smile grew a little stiff. "It's the fifth floor."

"Thanks!" Cooper glanced back at them and jerked his head towards the elevator.

The oncology ward was painted in a calming shade of blue with little clouds painted onto the fluorescent lights. A nurse saw them and, after checking him in, brought him to his room.

Room twenty three was actually larger than usual. The bed was larger than a normal hospital bed and there was a pull out sofa in the corner. A television was hung on the wall and the large windows overlooked a park.

"Nice!" Cooper whistled as he walked in.

"Knock, knock!" Pauline smiled at them from the doorway. "Ready to get your port Blaine?"

"I guess," Blaine gave her a nervous little smile.

"It's easy. We'll give you some twilight anesthesia and you might be a little out of it but you shouldn't be in too much pain," She reached over to rub his back.

"Let's get this over with."

"That's the spirit," Pauline chuckled before handing him a gown. "Change into this and get into bed. We'll wheel you down."

Kurt gave his boyfriend a kiss and Cooper ruffled his curly hair as he was being brought down to surgery. When they had all left Cooper and Kurt stood awkwardly in the room.

"I don't think we've ever been by ourselves before," Cooper piped up as they unpacked Blaine's clothes.

"You're right," Kurt nodded as he folded a sweater.

"You're just...you're a really good guy Kurt," Cooper said slowly. "Blaine is so lucky to have you."

"I'm lucky to have him."

"I mean...I don't know where my brother would be without you. When you're with him it's like you bring out everything that's good," Cooper gave him a smile.

"I love him," Kurt smiled softly.

"I know you do."

They two of them just chatted about New York, LA, school, work, and anything else they could think of. Soon Blaine's parents arrived and helped them set up the room.

Kurt was in the middle of tacking up some musical posters when Blaine was wheeled back in. The anesthesia was clearly taking an effect on him and his head bobbed with every move.

"The port got in just fine," Pauline gave them a smile after thanking the nurses. "He's just a little goofy from the drugs."

"No," Blaine shook his head, stretching the word out. "'m fine."

"Oh honey," Kurt giggled and walked over.

"Kurt," Blaine smiled wide, reaching out for him and wincing.

"Blaine," Pauline said loudly. "You just got a port put in. Don't move your arm too much or it'll hurt."

"There's...there's...there's something in me," Blaine fidgeted, tugging at his gown to look at the bandage.

"No, no," Kurt gently took his hand and Lisa laughed.

"This is just like when he got his wisdom teeth out," She smoothed her hand through his hair and he smiled up at her, dazed.

"Okay..." He tried to push himself up and fell a little. "I'm ready. Let's go."

"Go where?" Cooper held a cup of water with a straw up to his lips and Blaine took a few sips.

"Home," Blaine lay back and closed his eyes. "Let's go home."

"Sweetie," Lisa spoke up after a moment and Andrew shifted uncomfortably. "You know that you'll have to stay in the hospital right? You're here for a month to get your treatment."

"No," Blaine shook his head and reached shaky hands up to the bandage.

"Hon," Kurt took his hands and was able to see the port under the skin which made his stomach churn slightly. "You must be tired."

"Mmhmm," Blaine nodded forward, head jerking.

"So go to sleep."

"I will...in my bed...at home," He slurred a little, eyes still closed.

"We'll talk about it when you wake up," Andrew pat his leg through the blanket and Blaine nodded, almost instantly falling asleep.

"Really Andrew?" Lisa gave her husband a look.

"Like he'll remember when he wakes," Andrew shrugged.

"Well," Lisa spoke up after a pause. "I didn't have the chance to get breakfast this morning. I'm going to run to the little coffee shop downstairs, does anyone want to come with me?"

"I'll come," Both Andrew and Cooper said at the same time, smiling briefly.

"I'd like to stay if that's alright," Kurt took a seat in the thankfully comfortable chair and reached over to take his boyfriend's hand.