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Stay With Me: Chapter 6


T - Words: 2,047 - Last Updated: Feb 05, 2014
Story: Complete - Chapters: 8/? - Created: Jan 03, 2014 - Updated: Jan 03, 2014
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Kurt stared out the window of the plane, Blaine was already dead asleep against him, the painkillers doing their job. He thought back to the last month, to how they got here; on a plane heading back to Lima…back to live with his parents.

It had started with a frantic phone call from Santana…


Kurt looked at his phone and seriously contemplated ignoring her call. He was beyond behind at work, and it seemed like things kept getting added to his to do list. If Santana wasnt at home with Blaine, Kurt may have not given it another thought. With a sigh, he picked up.

"Hello?"

He heard back round noise, but no Santana. It was loud and there were a lot of people talking.

"Santana? Are you there?"

"Kurt? Kurt! You need to get to the hospital. Were at the hospital."

Kurts heart started to beat faster than he thought possible, and there was a good chance he was about to pass out; if the way the room started to spin and go white meant anything.

"What happened? Where is Blaine? Santana what happened?" He practically yelled, not noticing the few stares he was attracting as people passed his office.

"Shit, ok relax. Hes ok, all right? Just breathe. He…he passed out, but—"

"He passed out!? Why? What did the—"

"KURT!" She interrupted him. When he went silent and made no indication that he would continue talking, she started speaking again, "Yes, he passed out, but his doctor said that it was because his oxygen levels had dropped. He said that this isnt rare given Blaines condition. They want to keep him until tomorrow though, for observation and everything…hes probably going to have to use an oxygen mask at home sometimes, I dont know, its really hard to understand what that guy is talking about while Im worrying about Blaine, which is why you need to get down here."

He looked at the to do list he made himself that morning, it was almost two full pages long and only about a dozen or so items were crossed off, "Im leaving now."

They said their goodbyes and Kurt was immediately up and packing his bag to leave. Once he collected his belongings, he ran over to his supervisors office.

"Jackie?"

A tall red headed woman looked up from where she was typing on her computer. When she saw Kurt she immediately smiled. Kurt had been working with Jackie since he began his job, and they had developed a great rapport over the years. Kurt was hard working, and Jackie was fair in her criticisms.

"Kurt! Come in." She typed a few more things while he sat down, and then gave him her full attention, "Whats up?"

Kurt bounced his leg anxiously; he was nervous about what was going on with Blaine, and he was nervous because he had called out or left early more frequently as Blaine become more and more sick.

"I uhh….I have to go. Blaine had to be taken to the hospital because he passed out, so I have to go…I have to go."

Jackies smile was no longer on her face, "Kurt…Im concerned," Her eyes were soft as they stared into his, "I know you have so much going on at home, and Im just worried that its beginning to effect your work."

She put her hand up to stop him from talking when he opened his mouth; it snapped closed and for the second time in a little over twenty minutes, his heart was racing wildly.

Jackie continued, "I think maybe now is the time that you need to concentrate on whats happening at home, with your family. Youve got enough on your plate without having to worry about whats going on here."

He began shaking his head almost immediately and continued once she finished, "No…no, I promise I can do better, I will do better! Ive been distracted but please…just give me another chance!"

"Im sorry Kurt, I am, but this wasnt my call. This came from the higher ups." Tears filled his eyes, "I promise you though, once everything slows down, your job will be here. I promise, ok?"

Kurt stared at her for a moment, but his mind quickly went to Blaine; his Blaine, laying in a hospital bed and waiting for him. He stood up quickly, his chair tilting back and making a loud smacking noise when it came back down on its legs.

"I have to go." He turned and began walking out of the office.

"Kurt!" Jackie called after him, but he ignored her. He knew that if he stopped, if he turned around and really though about what just happened, that he would burst into tears.

Later he would think about how he was fired from his job. How he was fired from his dream job because he missed too many days, and how it was because his husband had terminal cancer. Later he would allow the reality of this moment to sink in, but for now he would take the subway uptown a few stops and then get to Blaine as fast as he could. It seemed like the last good thing he had in his life was teetering between here and gone already.

Blaine stayed in the hospital three days after it was discovered that another tumor had grown in his lungs and an infection was causing his shortness of breath. The reality of Blaines illness was beginning to sink in…there were some things that could no longer be ignored.


Kurt looked at his husband from where he was beginning to move against him. Slowly, Blaine sat up straighter, blinking a few times before turning to Kurt.

"Hey." He smiled tiredly, "How long was I out?"

"Hi sleepyhead," Kurt smiled a little, looking at his watch, "Only about forty-five minutes. Are you still tired?"

"Mmm," He nodded, his cheeks turned pink, "I have to go to the bathroom." He whispered.

Kurt pecked him on the lips, "Ok." He asked the girl sitting next to Blaine if she could get up so that they could get out of the aisle. Once she had, he moved past Blaine and gently helped him stand. Though he had spent the past two weeks mastering how to move Blaine when he wasnt in his wheelchair, maneuvering on a plane was a whole new experience. Kurt had Blaine go in front of him and he supported him from behind, hands around his waist. Blaines holding onto the seats as he passed and Kurts hands on him were the only things keeping him up, his legs were shaky and weak and Kurt could feel how tense his muscles were.

Kurt knew that Blaine was embarrassed, and though he told him over and over again that he had no reason to be, he was grateful that Blaine kept his head down as they walked. It felt as though more than half of the passengers that they passed openly stared at them, and Kurt knew that Blaine would be mortified if he saw it.


There were many times in which Blaine needed help getting around. Usually it was from one section of the apartment to the next, however this was not a usual occurance.

Kurt stood next to where Blaine sat in his wheelchair, both staring up the first flight of steps.

"Maybe we could just go really slow?" Kurt questioned, looking at his husband.

Blaine shook his head a little, "I dont think its going to work right now. We could go out for a little longer?"

"Blaine, its 3 oclock and weve been out all day. You look like youre about to pass out in that chair, which is probably why your legs are so tired in the first place. We can not go out for any long, you need a nap and I plan on using that as an excuse to take one myself." He smiled a little.

"Well, what do you suggest then?"

Kurt looked up again, contemplating, "I could carry you up?" He looked back to Blaine who was looking at him like he was crazy.

"Kurt…no, thats…thats not possible!"

"Its only four flights and youre as light as anything these days. I think our groceries weigh more than you."

"You have our groceries delivered." He smirked.

"Yes well, that is besides the point."

Kurt was in fact able to carry Blaine up, barely and not without almost dropping him between the second and third floor. The worst part had been when they got to their apartment and he realized that he had to make the trip again to retrieve Blaines wheelchair. The nap after, however, made the whole thing worth it.

It seemed that once Blaine began having trouble with walking, it got worse and worse until Kurt had to carry him up the stairs pretty much every time and at least one flight if Blaine was able to walk. Dr. Riker soon told him that it was safer for him to use the wheelchair if Kurt was not around to help him ambulate. Blaine took the news hard, it was a loss of a freedom he had always had, it was the first time his diagnosis became a reality.


Kurt and Blaine were the last ones off the plane; they had to wait until everyone had gotten off before Kurt could help his husband to walk off the plane and to where his wheelchair was currently waiting right outside of it. As he pushed Blaine towards baggage claim, he thought about how difficult it was to realize that soon they would no longer be able to afford their apartment, and even if they could, it was no longer safe for Blaine.

Soon, Kurt saw his parents waving to them from where they stood by baggage carousel 3. He saw their looks towards Blaine, the sadness and worry taking over their faces at how pale and thin he had become, even in the three weeks since the wedding.

"Dad, Carole, hi!" He smiled and they smiled, because Blaine was doing the same.


Kurt carried Blaines wheelchair through the door, his breathing heavy from the second walk up. As soon as he set the chair near where Blaine was lying on the bed, he joined his husband, lying next to him. They lay facing each other for a few silent moments before Kurt spoke up.

"This isnt working anymore."

Blaine smiled a little, "I hope you mean this apartment because theres no way Im giving you this ring back."

Kurt smiled and took his hand and kissed it over where the ring was warm from his skin, "Of course not, I mean the apartment. Its not working out here, were not working out here."

Blaine sighed, "I know…I wish I knew what to do, its not like we can just afford another one."

"Well, I was talking to my dad today…he offered to let us move in with him and Carole if we wanted to." Kurt said almost offhandedly.

Blaine looked at him for a few moments, "And do we want to?"

"I think that maybe it might be our most logical decision. It will be safer and easier for you, there will be two more people there to help, I think it might be the best idea."

Blaine hesitated for a moment, "Or, I mean, I could go."

Kurt looked at him confused, "Of course you would go. Thats the point."

"No…I mean I could go. I could go and you could stay here."

"What? Why would I stay here?"

Blaine looked down a little, "Because your life is here? You could get your job back, I wouldnt mind, really. We could Skype and talk on the phone…I dont want to ruin your life, Kurt."

Kurt lifted Blaines head so that they could make eye contact, "Blaine, my life is with you. You go, I go. Theres not question."


"Ok, well I know its not as fancy as your New York digs, but….Ta da!" Burt said happily as he opened the door to what used to be the guest room and was now transformed into a much more cozy bedroom for Kurt and Blaine.

Kurt pushed Blaine through the threshold and they took in their new room. His parents had put up pictures of the couple all over the room as if it had been their room always.

Kurt squeezed Blaines shoulder and Blaine placed his hand over it, "Its beautiful, thank you."

"You really didnt have to do all this for us." Blaine said in awe.

Burt came closer to him, "Of course we did, this is what family does for each other."


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