He shook his head, trying to snap out of his daze.

“Hi Kurt!” Blaine said happily. “Just calling to let you know I’m here, safe and sound, and about to go try to sleep off the jetlag.” He laughed. “It’s hard to sleep on a plane when everyone’s snoring, and the light’s weird and you know what it’s like!” Blaine paused, alerted by the fact Kurt hadn’t replied yet. “Kurt? Babe?” Blaine asked in concern.

“…Blaine?”

“Yeah babe?”

“I got those test results back…”

“Oh? What’s the verdict?” Blaine asked, trying to keep his worry out of his voice.

“The letter didn’t say… All it said was they want me to come in for more tests.” Kurt’s voice broke. “Blaine, I’m scared!” He sobbed into the phone.

Blaine’s heart broke for him. Kurt was alone, and scared, and crying, while Blaine was away on a business trip, at least 4 hours away, even if he left right now and got a plane straight away, he wouldn’t be there until mid afternoon, and Kurt would be a wreck.

“Kurt? Do you want me to come home?”

Kurt took a deep breath, and let it out in a rush, clearly audible to Blaine, on the other end of the phone.

“No.” He breathed. “You have to be there, you’ll get in trouble if you come home now.”

Blaine waited in silence.

“Stay.” Kurt insisted softly. “It’s only two nights right? You’ll be home Wednesday?”

“Yeah, the final meeting’s tomorrow, then my plane is first thing Wednesday morning. I’ll be home for lunch…I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long…”

There was another silence, as Kurt held his breath to try to contain his sobs.

“Babe?”

“My appointment is Wednesday afternoon…” Kurt finally managed to whisper. “Please, please don’t be late.”

^.^

Kurt slumped into a chair in the airport, waiting for Blaine. He’d been pacing, but he simply didn’t have the energy anymore.

Finally, Blaine appeared, scanning the crowd nervously. Kurt stood up and waved his arms to get his attention.

“Kurt!” Blaine greeted, claiming him in a gentle hug.

He could feel how skinny Kurt was – even through the three or four layers he was wearing, and it scared him. He hugged him closer, feeling Kurt sigh before he relaxed against his body.

Before he was really ready to let go Kurt pulled back, subtly wiping at his eyes as they collected his baggage.

“Shall we get going?” Blaine asked gently, offering Kurt his hand. Kurt took it, following him out of the airport. Outside the door, Blaine paused.

“Um… Where’d you park?”

Kurt smiled, taking the lead. Blaine stared at Kurt’s figure – how, in only two weeks, could Kurt go from this man of toned muscles to skin and bones? Kurt led him to his Navigator, unlocking the door and climbing in.

“How have you been?” Blaine asked awkwardly.

The air was tense, and Blaine didn’t even know why.

” Tired. And a little sore.” Kurt said softly, driving out of the parking lot.

“Sore? What from?”

Kurt shrugged. “Not sure. Another reason why I went to the doctor.”

Blaine nodded a little, reaching over to take Kurt’s hand, resting it on Kurt’s thigh as he drove.

They sat in silence for a while before Blaine spoke up again.

“What time’s the appointment?” he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

“Two.” Kurt replied tersely, glancing at Blaine quickly.

“Do we want to get some lunch before…?”

Kurt nodded.

God, it was awkward.

Kurt pulled into a fast food car park and they went in silently, ordering separately and paying separately. It was like the two weeks had put a giant wall between them, and Blaine didn’t know how to get over it.

When they sat and ate silently, Blaine finally cracked.

“Are you okay?”

Kurt stared at his hands, biting his lower lip. “Yeah. I guess.”

“Tell me.” Blaine grabbed his hand across the table.

Kurt sighed. “I can’t. I can’t say it. I’m just…I’m expecting the worst. I don’t think the tests are going to come out well.”

Blaine sighed, a small smile lighting his features. “Is that all you’re worried about? Kurt, I’m sure it’s fine. It’s probably just some bad food you ate.”

Kurt stared at his hands again, tears filling his eyes, because if Blaine only knew…

^.^

The trip to the hospital was another made in silence. Kurt was fighting back tears at every moment, and Blaine was none the wiser. They got out of the car and Kurt gripped Blaine’s hand as they stepped in.

The waiting room was a blur, and all Kurt could think about was the results. Everything had to be okay. But everything wasn’t okay. It was too much. Blaine noticed Kurt’s shaking hands, taking them in his own.

“Hey…are you really that worried?”

Kurt nodded, letting the tears spill. Blaine gathered Kurt up in his arms so they were now on one seat, and Kurt’s head was resting on Blaine’s shoulder.

“See, I don’t worry.” Blaine said softly. “Because whatever happens, we’ll always be together, and we can face it. It’s probably just a bug anyway.”

Kurt nodded, trying his damn hardest to believe him.

When Kurt’s name was called, he sobbed. Blaine hauled him up and pulled him to the little cubicle. The doctor’s grim face was all Kurt needed. He shook his head, his legs buckling as he cried into Blaine’s side.

The doctor didn’t wait for him to calm down. “I…supposed you’ve already suspected what’s gone wrong, and our worst case scenario was…slightly more accurate then we first let on…”

Blaine was confused. Worst case scenario? First let on?

“Unfortunately, the tests we received from your bone marrow and the white blood cell count were…low, to say the least. I…I’m sorry Kurt…you have leukaemia.”