"That's going in my chest?" Blaine eyed the long needle the nurse, Tammy, was getting ready.

"One quick poke," She gave him a smile. "Plus we'll use some numbing spray."

"And then you can rest and watch tv," Kurt spoke up and Cooper nodded from across the room, paling a little.

"You good Coop?" Blaine asked teasingly.

"Yeah...that's just a really long needle," He swallowed loudly. "And you're going to stick it in his...oh...okay."

"Do you need to cover your eyes?" Blaine was smiling but glanced over to the needle nervously.

"No!"

"Alright," Tammy pressed her finger onto the port where she had sprayed numbing spray a little while earlier. "Can you feel that?"

"A little," Blaine glanced down.

"It'll feel like a painful needle prick," She picked up the needle and Blaine instantly reached out for his boyfriend's had. "Ready? One, two, three, stick!"

Cooper's eyes shot up to the ceiling as soon as the needle slid into the port on his chest. Blaine let out a sharp hiss and tightened his grip on Kurt's. As soon as it was in the port he let out a shaky exhale.

"You doing alright?" Tammy asked, putting a tube on the other end of the line. "I'm just going to draw some blood for tests."

"Ah weird!" Blaine scrunched up his nose a little as the blood started flowing. "I can feel the blood leaving."

"Oh," Cooper shook his head and covered his face with his hands.

"Good there Cooper?" Blaine teased, voice sounding a little breathless as Tammy hooked him up to the IV.

"So good," He muttered from behind his hands.

"There it is," Blaine sighed when the cold liquid started flowing through his veins.

"I'll come check up on your soon. Buzz me if you need me," She pointed to the call button. "Have fun gentlemen."

"Okay so I have the first season of Walking Dead?" Cooper waved the DVD.

"You couldn't handle watching a little needle slide into my chest. You're suggesting a show about killing zombies?" Blaine raised his eyebrows.

"That needle was huge," Cooper said seriously as he put in the DVD. "Plus zombie blood and guts is not the same as real life blood and guts. Zombies are cool."

"Fine," Blaine scoot over in his bed so Kurt could slide in next to him. "Let's watch some hot guys kick zombie ass."

Two hours later the zombie killing spree on the screen was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Hi there!" Carole gave them a smile and Burt grinned at them. "We come with lunch!"

"I am starving!" Blaine sat up straighter, grinning.

"Those would be the steroids," Carole teased, placing a few Tupperware containers. "I have a salad with homemade vinaigrette and leftover chicken parmesan and pasta."

"I was going to get you a burger but Carole wouldn't let me," Burt gave him a smile. "I did manage to grab you a piece of pie though."

"Thanks," Blaine said through a mouthful of pasta.

"You look good," Burt patted his leg through the blankets.

"I feel pretty good," Blaine shrugged. "I know it's because of the anti-nausea medication and steroids they're pumping me full of. I'm kind of nervous that it's going to hit me hard."

"I never really had many bad side effects," Burt gave him a warm smile. "Well except for the hair loss."

"Don't remind me," Blaine groaned, running a hand through his thick hair.

"It might not happen," Cooper piped up.

"But you got a nice room!" Carole smiled at the tacked up musical posters. "Very homey."

"Complete with zombies," Burt nodded towards the screen.

"I like it. It's like, I have cancer but at least my friends aren't trying to eat me," Blaine shrugged. "I like putting it in perspective."

"Interesting way of coping," Burt smiled at him.

"Sweetheart you know we're here for you," Carole kissed him gently on the forehead. "You call day or night. You're family."

"Where are your parents?"

"They had to be at work," Cooper spoke up from the chair in the corner.

"Speaking of work, Kurt I need you to come in starting tomorrow," Burt looked at him a little apologetically.

"I don't get more time?"

"Sorry buddy," Burt sighed and Blaine reached over to squeeze his boyfriend's arm.

"It's fine Kurt. I want you to go out," He gave him a smile.

"I'm staying here tonight," Cooper said. "The pull out couch is surprisingly comfortable."

Kurt relaxed slightly, obviously thinking that Blaine would have been left alone.

The rest of the day flew by and soon Burt and Carole were all but dragging Kurt out of the room. He left with a kiss and a wave.

"How're you feeling?" Cooper asked softly when everyone had left.

"Tired," Blaine gave him a little smile.

"You should get some sleep," Cooper stood, closing the door. "I'll just play on my iPad or something."

"Kay," Blaine pulled the blankets up higher, ignoring the needle in his chest. "Night."

"Goodnight Blainers."

Cooper wasn't lying when he said the pull out couch was comfortable. The stress and tension from the past few days left and he fell asleep almost instantly.

Around three in the morning Cooper was startled awake by a loud crash. He sat up to see Blaine leaning over the side of the bed and throwing up violently, body jerking hard.

"Blaine?" Cooper jumped up, avoiding the puddle of sick, and gently rested a hand on his brother's back.

"I'm sorry," Blaine choked out, shaking.

Cooper reached over and pressed the call button a few times before grabbing the trashcan and holding it up for Blaine.

Blaine had tears streaming down his face as he started dry heaving. Cooper gently shushed him, rubbing circles on his back as a nurse stepped in.

"He started throwing up," Cooper explained and the nurse nodded, looking sympathetic.

"That happens with this medication. We'll just need to up the anti-nausea medicine. Pauline is off duty tonight but Dr. Garder is on. I'm going to get him to prescribe something stronger."

She quickly picked up a phone and requested a prescription. After a pause she nodded.

"Alright sweetie, he's writing it up and the pharmacists will be here soon," She took a step closer. "Can I get your anything? I can get you crackers or water."

"Just water," Blaine croaked.

After a miserable half hour, Blaine fell into an exhausted sleep. Cooper took a seat next to his brother, now wide awake. His heart broke at how tired Blaine looked even while sleeping.

For the next few days it continued.

Thankfully the medication was doing it's job and while Blaine was still nauseous he wasn't throwing up as much. Of course, he wasn't eating as much. However, he was exhausted.

Even when Kurt was there it was nearly impossible for him to stay awake for more than thirty minutes at a time.

"You'll get to walk around a bit tomorrow," Kurt said around the mouthful of sandwich, watching intensely to make sure that Blaine at least ate some of his soup.

"Yay," Blaine gave him a little smile. "Hopefully I wont fall asleep while I walk."

"I'll hold you up," Kurt teased, reaching forward to kiss his boyfriend. He carded his fingers through Blaine's hair and pulled back with a smile.

"So are you...oh..." He blinked down at his hand in surprise.

His hand was covered in hair.

"No, no, no," Blaine eyes widened in panic and he quickly twisted his fingers in his hair, gasping when he saw how much fell out.

"It's okay," Kurt jumped up to grab a towel and started wiping the hair off their hands.

Blaine spun around and let out a gasp when he saw how much hair was on his pillow. Tears instantly started streaming down his cheeks and he weakly started running his hands through his hair, hands trembling.

"Hey, hey," Kurt climbed into the bed next to him and gathered him into his arms.

Blaine's body shook with sobs and he clung to Kurt's sweater. His soft cries were hoarse and he brought his knees up to his chest, curling up in Kurt's lap.

"You're going to make yourself sick," Kurt whispered. "Shh, it's okay baby. It'll be okay."

Blaine couldn't respond through his sobs.