Kurt waited patiently at the door for Blaine to come home. He was in a terrible mood considering he couldn't read his favorite book. He would get so fed up and stressed over it he would cry. He was getting worse and worse as the day progressed. He didn't want to die. He wanted to grow old with Blaine and never have to worry about not waking up the next day. 

Blaine parked in the driveway seeing Kurt sitting on the front porch playing with a stick. He pulled his keys out and sat down beside him. "Hey you." He said kissing his forehead. 

"Hey." Kurt sighed as he rested his head on his shoulder. 

"Wanna go to the park?" Blaine asked taking his hand.

"Nah." Kurt responded.

"Ya sure?" 

"Yep." Kurt replied drawing random shapes with the stick

That was weird Kurt never turned down an opportunity to go to the park. EVER. "Are you ok? Your acting weird."

Kurt stopped what he was doing and let out a sigh. "Today was not a good day." He said with a shrug. 

"Oh?" 

Tears of embarrassment began to flow down Kurt's cheeks. He tried to whip them away but, Blaine noticed. "I couldn't read my book."

Blaine kissed his cheek. "Well that's ok honey it's not a big deal."

"I'm going to die aren't I?" Kurt asked quietly not making eye contact.

"What? No! Who said that?!"

"Nobody said anything. Nobody had to. I'm getting worse." He cried quietly into his hands. "I can't remember colors or shapes soon I won't be able to even do anything."

"That's, not true!" Blaine said holding him. Blaine desperately tried to keep in his tears. He had to be strong for Kurt. "Your not going to die."

"How do you know?"

"I just do...Your a fighter Kurt Hummel. Your not honey! Were going to get through this no matter what..."

Kurt looked up and gave him a kiss.

"Now let's read that book." Blaine said eskimo kissing his nose.

"But-"

"No buts!"

Kurt walked inside and grabbed his book. He then sat back down on Blaine's lap.

"Once apon a time lived a young girl named Little Red Riding Hood..."