"So, Pauline said that without a transplant there is almost a one hundred percent chance of fatality in the next few months," Blaine said softly, making Kurt glance up from his magazine. "And with the transplant it's like a thirty to fifty percent chance of survival."

"I know Blaine," Kurt's voice sounded tight.

"I just wanted you to know," He whispered and jumped when Kurt slammed the magazine down.

"I know Blaine! I know! Maybe I don't like to talk about it?" He snapped, making Blaine stare. "I don't like thinking that everything I've ever planned in my life involved you and now it may not happen."

"I want you to know it's a possibility."

"I'm very aware. Every day...every day I drive to the hospital from work or home and I break down. I want you to be happy and confident and if...if anything happens I don't want my last few days with you to be with me crying," Kurt's voice cracked.

"I just love you so much."

"You're my world," Kurt wiped at his eyes.

"You're mine."

They stared at each other for a long time before Kurt leaned forward to press a lingering kiss against his lips. Kurt pulled back and rested his hand on Blaine's head.

"I have a question though," Kurt sat back and took his hand. "In the beginning you were given the option to freeze your sperm...why did you say no?"

"Leukemia can be genetic," Blaine shrugged.

"That's not it though."

"I just...I'm scared to plan for a tomorrow because I don't want to let you down," He blinked furiously. "I didn't want them to save my sperm and then die. I didn't want to bring up hope of having kids with you if it never happened."

"I can't..."

"We can't keep ignoring that possibility," Blaine took his hands. "Kurt, I'm scared. I'm scared and I don't want to die but I have no control over this."

"Blaine..." Tears started trickling down his cheeks.

"I'm not ready to die."

"You wont," Kurt shook his head sharply.

"You don't know that," Blaine shrugged.

"I do," Kurt smiled and took both of his hands. "I wont let you die."

Blaine smiled and pressed Kurt's hands to his lips, smiling against the skin. They lay there, holding each other for as long as they could before Cooper walked in with Pauline, grinning brightly.

"Guess who is a match?!" He raised his hands in the air. "Me!"

"Seriously?" Kurt and Blaine asked at the same time.

"You're very lucky Blaine," Pauline laughed, clapping Cooper on the back. "Very few people actually get the transplant they need. Now, we just prepare for about two weeks with chemotherapy and radiation."

"Wait," Blaine frowned. "I just finished chemo."

"We have to give you a much higher dose. To give the transplant the best chance we have to basically kill all the cells in your bone marrow and we have to bring down your immune system so you don't reject it," Pauline leaned forward to gently pat his leg. "We're going to move you to a sterile room for the next two weeks."

"Two weeks!"

"This is our last chance. I'm not going to let anything sabotage your treatment," She said seriously. "This is good Blaine. This is good."

"But...match!" Cooper jumped up and down. "Told you! In your face!"

"I wasn't betting against you," Blaine laughed, leaning forward to high five his brother.

"I have to go tell mom and dad," Cooper grinned and with a final wave, sprinted out of the door.

Tears instantly filled Blaine's eyes and he bowed his head, covering his face with his hands. His entire body shook with sobs and he curled up slightly.

"Honey, tell me what you're thinking," Pauline said in her soft voice.

"I'm just...there's like a finish line now," He muttered. "Before it was just treatment and then nothing but now it's like...in two weeks I'm going to know if I'm going to live or die."

"We have to keep positive," She moved to rub his shoulder and Kurt took his hand.

"I'm never going to get married," Blaine sobbed out. "I'm never going to hold my child. I'm never going to sing on Broadway. I'm never going to grow old. I'm never going to travel out of the country."

"You don't know that," Kurt whispered.

"I'm nineteen," He gasped, feeling Pauline gently rubbing his back. "I'm only nineteen."

"You'll be okay," Kurt's voice cracked.

"I've been though so much shit in my life," He sniffed, wiping his eyes. "I mean I thought maybe life would cut me a break, let me be happy..."

"And look at everything you've accomplished," Kurt pulled him forward to press their foreheads together. "Look at how much we have accomplished together. You can do this and I will be there every moment."

Blaine took in a shaky breath, grabbing Kurt's hands like they were his lifeline.

"You can do this," Kurt whispered. "You are the strongest, bravest man I know."

"Okay," Blaine nodded. "Let's start treatment."

Days later Blaine was praying to go back and refuse the treatment. He was unbearably achy and could hardly move without being in tears. He had thrown up everything he had eaten or drank so his stomach was constantly cramped.

As much as he appreciated his family, Kurt, or Sam there he could barely stay away long enough to talk and when he was he was in too much pain to focus.

"So it's not fair," Sam ranted, face obscured with a Spiderman infection control mask he had snatched from pediatrics. "How do superheroes get exposed to extremely high doses of radiation and get superpowers but when regular people do it..."

"Gives them cancer," Blaine sighed, eyes still closed.

"Exactly!"

"I would much rather be able to fly or read minds or something."

"I think I would want to have laser eyes," Sam pointed in front of his eyes.

"That would be cool. But I think..." Blaine's body lurched for a moment and he surged forward. Sam jumped up to grab his shoulder as Blaine threw up the applesauce he had for lunch into the pan he had constantly by his side.

"You okay man?" Sam asked gently, moving the pan aside as Blaine flopped back down.

"Fine," His voice was hoarse. "I would want the superpower to stop fucking puking."

"I'd want the power to stop you from puking," Blaine gave his friend a grateful smile.

"I hate to say this man," Blaine stretched a little, wincing as his joints stretched painfully. "But I'm like two seconds from passing out."

"Take a nap then," Sam shrugged and sat back down. "I need to work on my paper for English anyway."

For days Blaine went in and out of deep sleep or pain. He knew his family was there. He knew Kurt was there, holding his hand in his gloved hand. He knew his friends were there. But everything just blurred together.

Some things stood out.

A week after he started treatment he struggled so badly for breath that he had to get supplemental oxygen.

Around the same time it was confirmed that Cooper was the best match and his surgery was scheduled.

But the moment that Blaine would remember forever was a few days before the treatment took place.

"We should get married," Blaine said softly when they were curled up on the bed together, his fingers making small circles on Kurt's gown clad shoulder.

"We are engaged," Kurt laughed and Blaine smiled as his head moved with Kurt's chest. "We've already gotten to that step."

"I mean...we should get married now," Blaine forced himself to sit up. "Like with a priest and everything. Now."

"What?" Kurt's brow furrowed.

"Two months ago gay marriage was legalized in Ohio. I know we planned to get married in New York but this is fate. We're supposed to be married here," He smiled warmly at Kurt.

"We can wait until after the transplant," Kurt rubbed his thumb along Blaine's cheekbone.

"I don't want to wait," Blaine's eyes got teary but he smiled. "I don't. We don't know what's going to happen after the transplant. I want to spend at least some time with you as my husband."

"Blaine..."

"I don't want to spend another second without you as my husband and my seconds might be very limited," Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. "I want to say you're my husband."

"Okay," Kurt said breathlessly, nodding. "Let's just prepare. We'll set up a phone tree and get people down here. I'll get things prepared...give me three hours."

"Three hours?" Blaine grinned. "I thought I knew you."

"One and a half," Kurt laughed and ran out of the door, leaving Blaine to call as many people as he knew.

Exactly an hour and a half later there was a sea of yellow gowns and surgical masks. Everyone who wasn't able to make it was set up on Skype on computers around the room. Since he wasn't table to get real flowers into the containment room he had to get everyone he could to make flowers out of anything they could. Soft music played from the iPod set up in the corner and the sweet, elderly hospital chaplain smiled at them.

Kurt still had to wear his hospital gown, mask, and gloves and Blaine was too weak to get out of bed so they had to sit cross-legged, facing each other on the bed.

"I know this is last minute," The chaplain said warmly. "But these two young men are obviously in love and love doesn't wait for us to keep up. Our two grooms are going to say their vows now."

"I'll go first," Kurt broke in, getting a wide grin in response. "I think about how lucky I am all the time. How lucky I was to grab you out of all the boys on that staircase. How lucky I was that you loved me back. How lucky I was that you said yes when I asked you to marry me.

You encouraged me to have courage and I have never seen so much courage than in these past few weeks. Every day I love you more and I want to spend many more days with you."

"That was good," Blaine grinned and ducked his head. "Um...how can I follow that...we've had some rocky issues in the past but we've always gotten through them. When I'm with you I am better. We make each other better. You've made me so strong these past few weeks and without you...I wouldn't be here."

"So," The chaplain said after a pause. "Do you Kurt Elizabeth Hummel take Blaine Devon Anderson to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Kurt bounced a little on the bed, making everyone laugh.

"And do you Blaine..."

"Yes!"

"Well you are husband and husband! You may now kiss the groom!" The chaplain stepped back as the room exploded with cheers.

They paused for a moment, knowing that they couldn't actually kiss so Kurt brought Blaine's hand up and pressed his lips to it through his mask as Blaine did the same to his gloved hand.

They held hands as they were congratulated.

They held hands as the cake wheeled in (yogurt covered pretzels since they were one of the few things that Blaine could eat).

They held hands as the happy couple did a toast with plastic champagne glasses filled with orange juice.

"I am so proud to be your husband," Kurt whispered to Blaine as he leaned against his shoulder, half asleep.

"I'm sorry this wasn't the wedding you dreamed of," Blaine took his hand, squeezing it.

"It was perfect," Kurt rested his chin on the top of Blaine's head. "It was perfect because it was with you. I don't need fancy flowers or a huge cake, I just need you."

"I'm here," Blaine smiled, obviously exhausted but trying to stay awake. "I'm still here."