"Have you told anyone from New Directions?" Kurt asked as they were watching television and Blaine blinked awake out of his daze.

"No, no one knows besides Santana and Rachel...who you told," He mumbled.

"Because they're our roommates," Kurt smiled and pressed his lips to Blaine's temple.

He had slept through his break day and was currently on his second day of his second week of chemotherapy. It was almost shocking how much skinnier Blaine looked already and the thinning of his hair was more obvious.

"I think you should tell everyone."

"So they can show up with fruit baskets and dramatic performances? No thank you," Blaine scoffed.

"Because they care about you. Just post about it on the facebook group," Kurt leaned over to grab Blaine's laptop off of the bedside table.

"You aren't going to stop are you?" Blaine gave him a small smile.

"No," Kurt grinned, opening it and logging into Blaine's account.

Blaine stretched slightly and went to the New Directions facebook group.

"What do I write?" He asked softy.

"Whatever you want," Kurt kissed his forehead. "I'm going to go get you lunch from the cafeteria."

Blaine waited until Kurt had left the room before he started typing.

Blaine Anderson: Hey everyone! I hope you all are doing well. I recently got some news that I want to share. I've been pretty sick lately and went to the doctor. Turns out that I have leukemia. Sucks right? So, I'm back in Lima at the hospital going through a month of intensive chemotherapy. I feel okay. I'm really tired and nauseous all the time and I've started losing some of my hair which was expected but that doesn't make it any easier. I'll be fine so don't worry about me. I just wish I was back in Lima for a happier reason than this.

His heart beat faster as he pressed enter and he just waited for the responses. Almost instantly they started pouring in.

Mike Chang: Wow man. I can't believe it. I really hope you're feeling better soon! Keep me updated!! Let me know if you need anything!

Mercedes Jones: Blaine! How did you not tell me! I'll be praying for you.

Tina Cohen-Chang: Blainey-Days!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll come to see you as soon as I can!!!!!!!

Noah "Puck" Puckerman: I got you dude.

Rachel Berry: Hope you feel better soon!!

With every incoming message he felt his chest swell a little bit and his eyes flooded with tears. Some of them made him smile and some made the tears gather more but they all basically said the same thing.

He wasn't alone.

"You okay?" Kurt asked from the doorway, holding a take out box.

"Fine," Blaine gave him an honest smile. "It's just hard to think that this is all actually happening."

"I know," Kurt sighed, opening to show a serving of mac and cheese. "It feels like a dream."

"A nightmare," Blaine raised his eyebrows a little and smiled when Brittany's message popped up. "But it kind of feels nice to have everyone know."

"I bet," Kurt nudged the food. "Eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"You have to eat," Kurt pushed the take out box again.

"Really Kurt, I'm not hungry."

"For every bite you take I'll give you a kiss," Kurt said slowly, giving him a flirty smile.

"Oh?" Blaine gave him a smile and took a bite. "One."

"I'm here!" Puck suddenly burst through the door with Finn in tow. "I'm here!"

"Why?" Blaine jumped and put his fork down, smoothing the blanket over his lap. "Wait...I just posted that I was here on facebook like fifteen minutes ago."

"Don't worry about it," Puck waved his hand and placed a box on the bedside table.

"But..."

"Don't worry about it," Finn shrugged.

"...fine," Blaine stared at him intently, curios. "Aren't you guys supposed to be in class or something?"

"Blaine..."

"Don't worry about it!" He rolled his eyes. "I know."

"You don't look too bad," Finn gave him a wide smile. "I was expecting you to be like thirty pounds or something. You look pretty good."

"It's only been a week," Blaine pushed himself up until he was fully seated.

"Anyway bro, I got you," Puck clicked open the little box and pulled out some hair clippers.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Kurt jumped when Puck turned it on.

"Shaving his head," Finn looked at him like it was the most simple explanation.

"Why?" Kurt's eyes were huge.

"Well...it's kind of thinning," Puck looked at Blaine's hair. "And you're going to lose it. My nana had breast cancer and her hair was all stringy for a long time. It's this or it'll fall out slowly...plus I've always wanted to shave your head."

"No!" Kurt sputtered. "That's crazy! Absolutely not! It's..."

"Okay."

"What?" Kurt spun around to his boyfriend.

"Let's do it," Blaine glanced up at him. "Do we need a towel or something?"

Finn let out a cheer and sprinted to the bathroom to get a towel, wrapping it around his shoulders.

"Blaine..."

"Kurt, look," Blaine ran his fingers through his hair and pulled back to show him the hair clinging to them. "It's falling out. I'd rather be bald than balding."

"That's the spirit," Puck turned on the clippers. "I do my own hair all the time. I'm kind of an expert."

"Do it," Blaine nodded, covering his face with his hands as Puck got closer.

Everyone let out a gasp when Puck took off the first strip of hair. Kurt's hands flailed in the air for a minute and his eyes got huge.

"That tickles!" Blaine gasped and lowered his hands.

"Can I do it?" Finn bounced up and down, grinning.

"Sorry Finn. Puck's done this a few times and I'd rather him do it than someone who shot themselves during basic training," Blaine said as Puck shaved off more. "No offence."

"Fair point," Finn watched with wide eyes as Puck kept going.

"Okay," Puck stepped back. "All done."

Blaine ran his hands over his head, brushing off the remaining hair. He paused before running his hands over the skin again.

"That is so weird."

"You have a nice shaped head though," Finn said. "Can I rub it?"

"Go ahead," Blaine smiled as Finn excitedly rubbed his head.

He glanced up to Kurt who was still staring at him with huge eyes.

"Kurt?" His smiled faded, suddenly afraid that Kurt was horrified.

"You look so different!" His heart dropped. "I mean...it doesn't look bad. It just looks really different."

He hurried to the bathroom and grabbed a small hand mirror, bringing it in.

"Oh," Blaine's eyes widened when he finally got a good look at himself. After years of complaining about his hair he thought it would be relieving to have it gone.

It just reminded him that he was sick.

"It's strange," Blaine rubbed his head, not recognizing himself. "It doesn't feel like me."

"I feel like I just crossed off something on my bucket list," Puck sighed. "We really do have to go though...Finn has English in like ten minutes."

"Oh crap!"

They sped out of the room, tossing goodbyes over their shoulders and running into confused nurses. For a long moment the room was silent as Blaine studied himself in the mirror.

"This sounds strange but I've never really associated myself with being sick," He whispered. "It's like there's me and there is the sad Blaine who has cancer...now that I see myself like this...it kind of hits home."

Kurt gently rubbed his head and kissed the top, smiling against the skin.

"It looks good," Kurt sat on the bed. "I don't see you as a sad sick boy. I see my handsome, perfect boyfriend."

Blaine leaned forward to kiss him.

"Oh God!" The gasp from the door made them jerk back and they both looked at a wide eyed Cooper. "What the hell happened?"

That evening Burt and Carole arrived with pizzas for everyone and a bowl of soup for Blaine. After everyone rubbed Blaine's head and remarked on how good it looked, they all got to eating.

"It's cold," Blaine scrunched his nose up a little as Cooper rubbed his head for the tenth time.

"It feels like a peach," His brother smiled.

"Here," Burt stood up and pulled off his hat, placing it on Blaine's head. "Not cold anymore?"

"Oh I can't take this," Blaine pulled it off, trying to hand it back. "The hospital has some kind of charity hats for cancer patients thing. I'll get just get one from them."

"Kiddo, this hat got me through my cancer," Burt put it back on Blaine's head. "It's good luck."

Blaine smiled up at him, eyes a little shiny.

Again, his least favorite side effect showed up and Blaine felt his head bobbing forward, eyes sliding closed.

"We should probably go," Carole gave him a kiss on top of the head.

"Thanks for coming," Blaine gave them all a sleepy smile and gave his boyfriend a soft kiss before they left.

"Go to sleep baby boy," Lisa smiled at him and pulled off the cap, placing it on the table. "We'll sleep in the pull out and Cooper is moving a cot in."

"You don't have to stay," Blaine mumbled, hardly able to keep his eyes open.

"We want to," His dad gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Go to sleep."

Moments later he was fast asleep.

At four in the morning Blaine jerked awake with a horrible gasp. He tried desperately to suck in air but he couldn't. He couldn't breathe. All he could taste was blood and every desperate attempt to choke down air failed.

He was dying.

This was what dying was like.

It was a terrible cyclone of terror, blood, and hands trying to move him.

"Blaine!" He could hear his father shouting as he sobbed in fear.

Fingers pinched his nose closed and he began to thrash in raw horror. Someone was trying to suffocate him.

"Just breathe baby," He heard his mom and whimpered. "Breathe."

"Momma?" He choked out desperately, struggling against the hands holding him down. "Mommy?"

"Breathe baby boy, just breathe," He heard her voice hitch with a sob.

Finally he was able to gulp in a desperate breath and coughed the blood out of his throat. The fingers kept his nose pinched tightly closed but with every second he was able to take deep breaths.

"Open your eyes," He recognized his nurse Tammy's voice and opened his eyes to look around, dazed.

"You're okay," She gave him a warm smile and kept his head held up by holding his nose. "You're fine. You had a really bad nosebleed. You're okay."

The panic began to seep out of his muscles and Blaine felt himself sag back against the pillows. Tammy released him and nodded, making a humming noise.

Feeling dizzy, Blaine glanced over to his mother who was holding his hand tightly. Her eyes were wide and scared, as were his father's. Blood covered her hands and they were trembling. Cooper stood at the foot of his bed, hand curled around his ankle and face deathly pale.

His eyes traveled down and he saw the surprising amount of blood covering his shirt, blanket, pillows and sheets.

"What happened?" His voice was thick.

"You had a nosebleed," Tammy gave him a soft smile. "It happens sometimes. The chemo is making you lose some hairs in your nose and you're platelets are low. I'll let the doctor know and we'll adjust your meds. Hon, I'm going to get your some orange juice and let you take a shower."

"A shower?" Blaine frowned, hazy mind struggling to keep up.

"Your covered in blood Blainers," Cooper mumbled.

"Ah..."

Tammy returned with a boxed orange juice, putting the straw in and holding it up to his mouth.

"Drink," She said and he shook his head.

"No, I just want to sleep."

"Hon, you need to drink it," She practically forced the straw between his lips and he swallowed a few gulps. The orange juice felt good sliding down his throat and the tartness covered the overwhelming taste of blood.

"Better?" His mother gave him a shaky smile as he nodded.

"Mmhmm," He nodded.

"Guess you're not up to taking a shower?" Tammy said with a soft smile as Blaine shook his head.

He dozed off for a few minutes before a warm wet cloth began cleaning the blood off his face. Blaine barely blinked awake to see his mother with the washcloth before he slipped back into the blackness.