Blaine felt awful. He felt incredibly guilty that he was unable to attend Kurt’s next hospital visit, which was scheduled currently. If it weren’t for this stupid test, in that one test he didn’t care about, he could be there for his boyfriend. His boyfriend was more important than a test, of course. Unfortunately, however, that stupid test was worth 30% of his grade, and Blaine was a good student, so despite himself, he went to school.

After class, after that dreadful test that Blaine could barely concentrate on, he walked out to the parking lot, getting into his car - sitting. He still felt guilty for not going with Kurt to his hospital visit, though he knew Kurt would have protested if he had skipped the test to follow him instead. At least Blaine would have been at ease in mind.

He was certain he bombed that test, all he could think about was Kurt the entire time. He may as well not even have turned up. After a moment sitting there, Blaine gathered his thoughts, and pulled out his phone to call Kurt to see how everything had gone. Before he could say anything, Kurt spoke first.

“Hey baby. How did the test go?” Kurt sounded feigned cheery. As if there was something he had to say, but didn’t know how to, like he was nervous about it. It could possibly be bad, Blaine thought, and he didn’t like the sound of that.

“It was okay. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” was all Blaine could get out.
It was the truth after all. Kurt had been all that was on his mind, he suspected the teacher was suspicious when he handed in his test with a few unanswered questions. He didn’t care though, his results were the last thing on his mind.

“That’s so sweet. Are you coming to my place then?” asked Kurt, sounding as if he had been waiting to ask from the second he answered the phone.
“Yeah. I’m in my car now about to start the engine, and then I was gonna get to you. Is everything okay, honey?”

Blaine was starting to get nervous, but he didn’t want to say anything. He trusted that Kurt would say whatever was bothering him soon enough.
“Yeah, everything’s cool. I’ll see you when you get home. Bye,” and then he hung up, leaving Blaine uncertain about how to feel with Kurt’s abrupt shortness.

When Blaine entered the Hummel-Hudson house approximately fifteen minutes later, Kurt called him to the kitchen where he was sitting with his dad and Carol.
At first several thoughts raced in and out of his head, entering and leaving quicker than the previous thought. He knew whenever the three were together like this, there were something serious to discuss.
After quickly clearing his head, he hesitantly sat down, taking his seat in his usual chair next to Kurt.

He could feel them, their eyes all staring at him, waiting to say whatever it was they had to say. It made him feel uneasy, and it showed apparently, as Kurt stretched out his hand that had already been lying on the table a few inches from Blaine’s. Kurt took a deep breath, and before speaking up looked towards his dad for support for a moment.
Then he returned his attention to Blaine.

“Blaine. I was at the hospital today - what am I saying, you know that. Anyway, the doctor said that - they offered to put me on some experimental medicine program. Around 22% of the people they put on it have gotten completely cured. I know it’s not much to go by but - what if I could be one of those 22%?” Kurt looked nervous, but under the nerves Blaine could sense that he was both optimistic and scared.

“That would be amazing, Kurt. That would be - that would be the most amazing thing in the world.” Blaine could feel his own spirit skyrocket along with his hope, even though he could sense that something was off.
He gazed to Burt and Carol across the table, wondering why they needed to be there. It seemed as if they were there for some type of moral support. He thought it was odd since Kurt had just given him such wonderful news.

Kurt cleared his throat indicating there was something more to tell him. There was what Blaine was waiting for - the catch.

“But there’s just one thing - I have to quit other treatments that I’m on currently while doing this one. They’ll put me in a test group for about three months and if I am not showing any signs of improvement by then, they’ll return me to my current treatment.”

Blaine felt his heart drop. If Kurt stopped his current treatments and the experimental treatment didn’t work - then he’d be three months short of the one that was actually known to work.

“No. Absolutely not. I - I can’t support that, Kurt. What if it doesn’t work? Then you’ll practically be without medicine for three months. It’s too risky -” but he stopped when he saw the expression on Kurt’s face, and knew what he was going to say even before he opened his mouth.

“I sort of already signed the papers.” Kurt looked at Blaine as if he was a ticking bomb, but once he saw Blaine’s shocked expression he changed dramatically.
“Come on, Blaine. What if it does work? What if I’ could be completely cured in six months? Wouldn’t it be worth it?”
Blaine felt like the tiny hope that had just been lit had been extinguished even faster.

“That would be the best thing that could ever happen - but what if it doesn’t help? What if it makes you worse?” Blaine felt like screaming. He couldn’t even stand thinking about it. He was just starting to get better, much better. Why had he gone and jeopardize that?

“I thought you would be happy,” sniffed Kurt, letting go of Blaine’s hand as if offended, and stashed his own disappear quickly under the table, making Blaine feel like he was standing in an unbearably strong spotlight.

“I am. I think it would be a miracle if you could get completely cleared of everything - bad. But if we can’t be sure that it’s gonna work, then I’m just too scared to throw away the progress you’ve already done in the treatments that is helping you right now. I‘m just thinking rationally and realistically here. You need to consider all the risks,” apologized Blaine apathetically.

He looked to Burt and Carol who seemed to agree with him silently, but didn’t want to take away the sudden hope in Kurt’s eyes.

“I’m sorry. I just love you too much to gamble with your life like that.” Blaine stood up, stating his piece. He couldn’t look at Kurt right now. He felt like Kurt was looking at him like he was the one who had made him sick, and now was stealing away his only opportunity of getting cured.

“I’m going for a walk,” said Blaine exhaling hard before he turned on his heel and left the kitchen. When he opened the front door he could hear Burt calling after him but he didn’t care. He closed the door behind him and walked down past the cars in the driveway and down to follow the sidewalk not giving a damn about where he was headed.

He walked down the street, past The Lima Bean where he and Kurt always went to get coffee and past McKinley High. He walked past the football field where they had watched Finn and Puck play football, the parking lot where Kurt had shown him how Puck had thrown him into the dumpster and down to the little path in the park where he and Kurt so often had walked hand-in-hand.

It was like everything came splashing down in his face and he was convinced that he and Kurt had known each other forever, and yet everything they had done together had happened at the speed of lightning. It had been way too fast, they had been given way too short of time together.

He walked onward a bit more down a little path where he sat down on a bench under a tree. From the bench he could see a bunch of kids running around on the park playground. They were screaming and laughing as their mothers or nannies were watching them from the benches on the side.

A little boy came over to sit next to Blaine on the bench.
Neither of them looked at each other, they just kept staring out at the playing children.

“The boys tease me,” the little boy said, running his hand over his nose as he sniffed.
“They call me a girl because I wanna play with the girls. And Tommy pulled the arm off my doll when he found it.”

Blaine glanced at the little boy. He kept on sniffing, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles and licking his lips as he held his eyes locked on the boys on the grass chasing each other with plastic swords.

“Don’t let them get you down. It might be tough now, but just play with the girls if you like that better. Later you’ll meet some amazing people that won’t care. You can play with whoever you want, buddy,” said Blaine, suddenly having to resist the need to put his arms around the boy.

He felt incredibly sorry for the little guy. He had never had those troubles himself, because he had always played with both boys and girls. It wasn’t until he got older and started struggling with his sexuality that it became a problem for him - but Kurt had told him painful tales about his childhood.

“It’ll get better. Not all people are like that. I promise. Just don’t listen to the boys and go play with the girls instead.” Blaine wasn’t one for pep talks, especially with people he was unfamiliar with, but he did honestly want to make the boy feel better. After all, what he said had been true; he would meet someone that would make his life better. It had to be that way. That’s how it had happened for Blaine.

“Thanks. You’re nice. I like you,” the boy said as he smiled up at Blaine before his mom called and he had to run. Blaine sat for a bit looking at the boy getting his nose wiped by his mom at the other side of the playground. Blaine was smiling to himself hoping that he had somehow helped the boy even though he knew how cruel kids could be.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he started to panic, fumbling around to get it out. He looked at the display and saw that it was Finn calling, so he decided that he’d better answer it. Maybe something had happened. How long had he been gone?

“Finn? Is everything okay?” asked Blaine as soon as he put the phone to his ear, instantly regretting how freaked out he had sounded.
“Dude. You have to go back. Kurt is really upset. The way you walked out on him was really mean. He called and asked me to talk to you, he was talking all fast and his voice was sharp and everything. I could barely understand what he was on about.”

Finn sounded as if he would rather not be caught between the crossfire, he knew it wasn’t his place. Kurt was his brother though, and especially now more than ever, Finn wanted to do whatever to comfort him, and make sure he was happy. If that meant to get between their bickering, he would do it for Kurt. He couldn’t say no, not with how upset Kurt had sounded over the phone.

“I know. It was just - I was just shocked and frustrated a bit. You know, sometimes it’s just hard to take in, and… it’s just a lot.” Blaine hid his face in his free hand, a feeling of nauseatingly guilt creeping up his neck.

“I know what you mean. But - could you please go back. He really wants to talk to you about it, but he was afraid that if he called himself you wouldn’t answer your phone. Just - at least let him know that you aren’t mad or something,” asked Finn.

Blaine promised and said goodbye. He stood up from the bench and took a last look over the playground. The little boy was standing with some of the girls over by the mothers and he looked like he was having fun. It was comforting to know that he, at least for now, could be left alone.

Then he started to go back. The road back felt like it was way longer than it had been when he had left. Maybe because he had been so upset when he had left the kitchen. He had no idea how long he had been gone, but he was starting to fear that it was longer than he should have been.

When he entered the house he was met by Carol. She didn’t say anything except that Kurt was in his room. She sent him a sympathetic smile, and he took that as she was silently agreeing with him, and he was almost certain that Burt was too. How could they not have been?

*

Blaine knocked on Kurt’s door before he opened it just enough to let in his head.
“Can I come in?” Blaine asked quietly, not daring to walk in before Kurt had allowed him to. Kurt nodded at him, and he walked in, feeling the atmosphere to be nauseatingly awkward.

Kurt was curled up on the bed in front of him hugging Blaine’s pillow. Blaine walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, looking at Kurt suddenly feeling unbelievably tired.
He moved up to sit next to Kurt so he could stroke a hand over his hair.

“I’m really sorry that I reacted like that. I know that it was immature - I was being a real jerk,” Blaine said softly, doing his best to keep up the eye contact, when Kurt abruptly sat up.
“Yes, you were. You were more than a jerk. You were being a real prick,” Kurt said, throwing him a punch with the pillow with each sentence he said.

“How the hell am I supposed to stay open and hopeful if my boyfriend doesn’t even support me? How the hell am I supposed to believe that I can even stand a chance if my own boyfriend doesn’t even back me up?”

Kurt threw him a last hard punch, before he pushed him hard in the chest so Blaine almost fell off the bed. Blaine squeezed his eyes closed to stop himself before he blew up, but it was too late. He felt completely boiled on the inside, and even before he opened his mouth there was the guilt overflowing in his  brain, as he felt himself jump to his feet in anger.

“Would you stop being such a drama queen? Did you even stop for a second to think about how I was and still am feeling about all of this? Did it ever cross your mind that this is hard for me too? You’re acting like a spoiled brat because I said that I can’t support a project that might kill you. Is that me being unsupportive?”
He instantly wished that he could take it back. All color left Kurt’s face and he closed his eyes while letting his fingers dig deep into the bedspread.

“I am acting like a spoiled brat. I am acting like a spoiled brat? Is that really what you think? That I am nothing but a kid not getting what I want? Because I wanna grab this chance that might help me live. I am dying, Blaine. Right now. Whether you wanna face it or not, I am headed directly for the grave, and I am just fumbling in the dark for something miraculous to save my life. Can you really blame me?”

Kurt wasn’t screaming or yelling. His voice was tensed, but calm. It was dripping with acid and his eyes that had grown steel gray and hard were piercing into Blaine’s dark ones. He didn’t even blink, neither of them did.
Kurt’s fingers were digging so hard into the mattress now that his knuckles had turned white and the veins on his hands were almost glowing through his skin.

Blaine was in shock. This was the first time they had touched the subject so openly, and he wished so badly that it had been done differently. He would do anything to take it all back, and instead sit down and have a calm, adult conversation about it; but he knew that was impossible.

“Kurt. That’s exactly my point. I just wanna save you. I am so scared all the time. Every time I get a text or my phone rings when I’m not with you I am so afraid that it’s someone telling me that -” He paused for a bit to gain the courage to say the word out loud. This was it, he had to speak it.

“-that it’s someone telling me that you’re dead. When I wake up at night I check that you’re breathing, when you start coughing, or just are really sick my first thought is ‘is this it? Is it gonna happen now?’ I want you to stay alive. I want you to be cured. I want you to stay here - with me! Call me selfish, but I just want you to stay with me forever!”

Blaine suddenly pictured himself sitting down on the bed shaking Kurt hard until he understood what it was that he was saying, but in reality he couldn’t do anything but just stand and glance at him as he was looking to the bed with his open mouth and wet eyes.
Blaine shook his head in frustration before he dumped down to sit on the bed in front of Kurt.
Kurt still didn’t look up, he just kept staring down, not even his breathing making a sound.

“I’m sorry. I really am. You gotta believe me. I was being unreasonable, I know that. But you were too, we both were. That’s the thing - we haven’t even discussed it. You keep hushing on us, asking us to pretend like it’s not real: but it is real. You are very sick, Kurt, and we need to handle it instead of pushing it away.” Blaine brushed a lock of hair behind Kurt’s ear feeling that his skin was burning hot - but for once he didn’t fuss about it.

“I am tired. I am so exhausted; exhausted in my head, in my body, in my soul - and I am so scared in my heart. Scared all the time. I can’t imagine what I would ever do without you, it’s just too much pain. How would I deal with that? I don’t even wanna think about it. But honey, we’ve got to talk about this. You can’t just shut off. I know that you are scared too, but I wanna be there for you. Please let me be there for you.”

Blaine wasn’t crying. His eyes actually felt so dry that they were about to itch. His skin felt ice cold, and all the fire he had been filled up with just a few moments before were all gone.
Kurt’s face was wet from tears but he still didn’t make a sound or look at Blaine, and Blaine knew that Kurt was being struck by the truth he had tried to run away from.

“Come here,” Blaine said and put his arm around Kurt to drag him in so he could lie against Blaine’s chest.
“We shouldn’t be fighting about who’s scared the most. We shouldn’t be fighting about who’s having the hardest time right now. It’s like if we started fighting about who loves who the most. It’s not a fair match, because it can’t be decided. Can we just agree that we’re both scared?” He started rocking back and forth as he stroked Kurt’s back feeling his tears through his shirt, hoping they would stop soon.

“Yeah. You’re right. Why are we acting so childish?” sniffed Kurt, putting his arm awkwardly around Blaine’s waist stretching up his neck so he could kiss Blaine’s chin.
“Are you gonna stay here tonight?” asked Kurt completely out of nowhere, after they sat slowly rocking back and forth for a while.

“Mhm - I just got to go home and get some clothes and books first, but I’ll hurry and come back to love you.” Blaine squeezed Kurt as if he had been a child, before Kurt twisted his torso around so he could sit up and wrap his legs around Blaine as he started kissing him.

The kiss quickly went from being an innocent peck on the lips to being deeper and more passionate. Blaine let his arms reach as much around Kurt as he could, feeling Kurt letting himself get heavier so Blaine let himself fall down on the bed.
Kurt still on top of him letting his legs kneel on each side of Blaine, his crotch strategically correctly placed, so he started moving his hips rubbing his crotch up and down against Blaine’s.

Blaine started feeling dizzy, letting his own crotch rub back against Kurt’s while engaging completely in the kiss. He let his hands slide down to the lower of Kurt’s back, once again surprising him how limber Kurt could get in jeans as tight as his favorites. He let the fingers of his one hand slide discretely down the line of Kurt’s jeans and boxers, before he let the other down to grab his ass making Kurt sigh deeply into his mouth.

“This is so unfair. Ugh.” Blaine moaned into Kurt’s mouth feeling Kurt smile teasingly against his lips.
“What is?” Asked Kurt as he proceeded kissing down Blaine’s neck to start biting his earlobe causing a stream of blood to run from Blaine’s brain to his dick, Kurt still rubbing his crotch rhythmically against Blaine’s growing erection.
Blaine grabbed harder around Kurt’s ass, letting his one finger slide gently over the naked skin of Kurt’s lower back, while he pushed his hips up to better feel the motions of Kurt’s cock against his own.

“I have to go home. But I will come back, I promise,” Blaine said, struggling not to moan anymore. He needed to keep his head clear so he could drive without risking his life.
“So? I still don’t see how I’m being unfair, though,” sighed Kurt with heavy breath into his ear.

“No? You’re making me damn horny, that’s how -” Blaine said, but stopped abruptly as both of them instantly turned their head to see that Burt had opened the door and was standing there looking at them.

Blaine felt his face grow even redder than he had ever felt. They had no idea how long he had been standing there, but Blaine had no plans on asking.
He didn’t know if he should push Kurt away, or if he should stay this way to hide his hard on. Either way he was frozen in the spot so he didn’t move an inch.

“I was just coming to check that you had stop fighting. I am guessing that you have.” Burt seemed just about as embarrassed as Blaine felt, and it was hard to say if he was angry.
They did have sex in Kurt’s room, and bathroom before, but they had a no-sex-discussion-policy and they were all very appreciative about that decision, so they had the feeling that Burt was living in the denial that Blaine and Kurt were in a platonic relationship.

“Yeah, dad. That’s great, we’re fine. Would you please -” asked Kurt with dark red ears and a frantic voice that suddenly made Blaine very aware of where he was holding his hands and hurried to let them drop to the bed.
Burt let his eyes flicker quickly between them looking like his brain was overloading trying to figure out something to say.

“Good. I don’t want you fighting. And uhm - could you at least wait with that until you’re home alone, or lock the door or something?” Burt looked down to the floor when he said it, but it was very clear that he found it important to mention it, regardless of how uncomfortable it made all of them.

“Dad. We’re not - we’re not having sex, okay. Just, please just go,” Kurt said and sat up, luckily for Blaine not sitting all down. Apparently he had noticed that an action like that could be very painful for Blaine.

Burt grumped at them before shooting a quick glance and closing the door behind him, Blaine still frozen in the spot until Kurt turned his head to look at him.

“That was pretty inconvenient,” was all he had to say, his ears not as red as they had been.
“I still can’t move without hurting you horribly, can I?” he asked with a face revealing that he was on the edge of breaking into giggles.

“Not really, no. That was pretty hot. You are pretty hot - fuck you, man. I’m going to my mom’s place, and now all I can think about is you naked, moaning and touching me,” Blaine said closing his eyes as he remembered that he was about to go face his parents, and his dad was home.

Kurt carefully let his leg slip over Blaine’s hips so he could sit down on the bed next to him, before he started trying to push him to sit up.

“Come on. You’ve got to go home so you can hurry back to me. If you’re fast I’m gonna talk Puck into coming over with ice cream and we can all watch a movie,” said Kurt, suddenly extremely hyper active.

“Okay, okay. That sounds like something I could do with,” Blaine said as he stood up and had to reach his hand down to fix his boxers that weren’t sitting as perfectly as they had been just minutes earlier.

“I’ll leave now then. See you later, babe.” Blaine went down to kiss Kurt quickly before he grabbed his bag to leave the room Kurt stopped him right before he closed the door behind him.

“Blaine! I love you the most, though,” he said innocently sending him an air kiss. Blaine grinned broadly at his comment.
“That’s impossible,” he said before he closed the door and proceeded downstairs, doing whatever he could to avoid running into Burt on his way to the front door.

*

Blaine entered the hall of his home, the atmosphere of his dad’s presence instantly hitting him hard in the face, as if he’d been hit by a block of cement. It was strange how the presence of his dad could change the house’s feel that drastically. The days he was gone, and Kurt had been there it had felt peaceful and homely. Tonight he just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, and avoid any kind of encounter with his dad.
Blaine walked through the hall to the kitchen where he found his mom making coffee, suspecting his dad to be in the TV room.

“Hey Blaine, how are you?” His mom turned to face him with a gentle smile across her face.
“Hey mom. I’m just picking up some clothes and I’ll go back to Kurt’s place. I’ll call you tomorrow, alright,” said Blaine hugging his mom before heading for his room.

“That’s alright, honey. How is Kurt these days?” asked she, following him upstairs.
“He’s doing much better. He has some days where he gets a bad fever, and occasionally he’s unbelievably moody, but the doctors says that he’s doing better,” Blaine explained while packing up a bag. He didn’t feel like telling her about the experimental project that Kurt had agreed to, because that would lead to telling her about their fight, and he didn’t want to think about it.

He figured he could tell her about it, and simply leave out the part about the fight, but that would mean that he had to speak the words. Once again he had the feeling that if he didn’t say it out loud, then maybe it would go away? Blaine knew how childish a thought that was, but right now he wanted to cling to every tiny hope there was - even the childish ones.

“That’s so nice to hear. I would love it if you guys came by again some day. Puck and Finn too. I had such a great day the last time you were here.” Susan was sitting on the bed while observing her son.
She didn’t look troubled, but Blaine thought that he could feel a sting of worry in her voice. As if she could see right through him. After he had told her about Kurt’s illness, and he had brought Kurt, Puck and Finn home Blaine felt that some sort of invisible chord had been formed between them, and it was as if she could look directly to his soul and see everything going on inside him.

“I would love that, mom. We all had fun last time we were here.” He kissed her on the cheek before they walked downstairs again.
They went to the living room where his dad was sitting watching the news.

“I’m gonna take off now. I’ll call home tomorrow. See you, dad.” He rushed his words, leaving his dad no opportunity to speak back to him.
Blaine had almost reached the hall when his dad called him back.
“Blaine. Come back here for a minute, would you?”

Blaine felt his palms instantly get sweaty and a tingle at the back of his mind telling him that this was going to be a heavy weathered conversation.
“Yeah, dad. What’s up?” asked Blaine, trying to sound as innocent as possible when he returned to the living room, doing his best to avoid looking at his dad, but now it was inevitable. His dad turned down the volume and shifted to look at Blaine.

“Don’t you think you’ve been spending an awful lot of time at that boy’s house lately? Your mother and I hardly ever see you anymore,”  his dad began in a strained voice.
Blaine didn’t have a single doubt that he was getting ready to pull out the big forces if he thought it to be needed.

“Well, I have been spending a lot of time there lately. But I still see mom. You’re just not around that much -” but he stopped. His father was starting to grow pink in the face, and he had stopped gazing at the TV out of the corner of his eyes.

“I don’t think you should go over there tonight, son. It’s not healthy for you. Besides; I don’t like the thought of you sleeping over there. I’ve gotta be honest with you; I don’t like it.” Blaine’s father shot him a glance as if to say “it’s for your own good” that made it run uncomfortably down Blaine’s spine.

“Dad. I am going to Kurt’s place tonight. You need to start facing the fact that this is me, and I am with Kurt, and it’s not gonna change. This is who I am, whether you like it or not.” Blaine wasn’t going to deliberately start an argument, but he wasn’t going to let his father start terrorizing about this once again.

“You’re not. You need to stop spending so much time with that boy. Teenage flings are always gonna run out in the sand. You need to stop spending so much time with him. You’re just gonna get too attached and then suddenly he’s gone!” His father had raised his voice and got up from his chair.

Blaine could feel his mom looking at him, but he didn’t glance to her side.
He knew that his father didn’t know about Kurt being sick, so his father had no idea what his words actually meant to Blaine - but the comment had still hit Blaine straight in the chest.

“Maybe if you actually got know me, instead of living in a fantasy about the son you always dreamed of you, would know that in a few months I won’t be a teenager anymore. This is not just some ‘teenage fling’. I’m gonna marry him some day. But you know what - fuck you. I am gay regardless of what you think would be ‘good for me’. I love Kurt and Kurt loves me too, so just do me a favor and go to hell.” Blaine turned on his heel and left the living room.

Blaine could hear his mom running after him down the hall but he didn’t even stop to look at her.
He opened the door and walked to his car before she reached him. She put a hand on his arm to stop him from jumping in the car before she had a word.

“Blaine. I know what he said hurt you, but you do know that he didn’t mean it like that, right? He doesn’t know about Kurt.” Susan’s eyes were glistening in the dark, and she sounded sympathetic.

“Listen, I’m not gonna stop you from going to Kurt’s house, because I really feel like you should be there. He needs you right now, and you need him. But I just wanna ask you to not be too angry with your dad. I know that he’s a grumpy old man with a very conservative look on the world - but he really does think that it’s the best for you. It’s the values he was raised with, it’s because he loves you.” She paused for a bit clearly knowing that Blaine was well aware of what she was telling him, but it didn’t matter, that last comment had been crossing the line way too far.

“Just promise me you’ll stay in touch, okay? Don’t worry about me or your father, the most important thing is that you and Kurt stick together right now. Call me once in a while, and I’ll stop by Kurt’s house.” She hugged him for a minute before she turned her back and walked towards the front door.

“Thanks, mom. It means the world to me. And Kurt. I love you,” said Blaine. She turned and sent him a smile before she walked in to close the door before he started the car and drove away.

*

When Blaine got back to Kurt’s house he found Kurt and Puck on Kurt’s bed wrapped around each other while watching some random movie that clearly had been Puck’s choice based on the current explosion on the screen.

“Bro. You look like you just ran over a box of kittens or something,” Puck said sitting up, stretching his arms before putting them back around Kurt, letting him rest his head on Puck’s chest when he looked to Blaine who had sat at the foot of the bed.

“It’s nothing. I just had a fight with my dad, and now I guess I’ll stay here if I can -” said Blaine with a ‘nothing new there’ expression on his face as he shrugged.
“I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay?” Kurt asked worried, but Blaine simply nodded.

“I’m fine. He’s an ass. I told him to go to hell, so I’m guessing he’s not too thrilled with me either right now.” He crawled up to the other end of the bed so he could lean his head against Puck’s shoulder, letting his fingers lock with Kurt’s.
“Screw him. Let’s watch some movies and do nothing,” said Blaine desperate to get his mind off his problems with his dad.

They spent the rest of the evening watching movies of Puck’s choice until Kurt fell asleep.
When Puck was getting up to leave Kurt whimpered and refused to let him go, but in the end Puck got himself twisted out of Kurt’s grip and out of the door.

*

The next couple of days went on without problems.
Kurt started the new treatment a week after he had signed the papers. In the beginning he didn’t feel any different, but after a week his moodswings escalated; he had days where he spent the entire day in bed crying and then in the evening he would be exhausted and cuddly. Other days he would be happy and energetic but soon turned to get mad without anyone really knowing why he was mad, and there were the days where he would wake up horny and try to talk Blaine into both of them ditching school so they could stay in bed all day and then suddenly he would get sad when Blaine had to say no.

Kurt was still suffering from night terrors. Blaine could wake up finding him screaming and kicking, and other nights Kurt would wake up Blaine begging him to hold him and sing him to sleep.

Blaine was constantly tired and he saw his grades go gradually down. He was used to getting straight A’s and occasional B’s, but now he was getting C’s and sometimes D’s. He was struggling to keep up with his homework and handing in essays and projects in time.

Burt and Carol had contacted the school when Kurt had got sick. They had explained the case to the principal who had been very open and understanding about it.
The principal had made sure that Kurt’s teacher knew about it, so they could keep up cooperating to make sure Kurt didn’t go too far behind in his education while being under treatment.

When Blaine had been told that Kurt was sick Burt had explained that the school knew about it, so the first thing Blaine had done was to contact his favorite teacher and tell him what had happened. The teacher had promised to share it with Blaine’s other teachers and they made a deal that if Blaine kept in touch they would take his occasional absence from classes lightly as long as work effort didn’t suffer from it.

In the beginning Blaine had tried matching it so he could spend the day with Kurt, and then when Kurt fell asleep early at night he would work his butt off with his school work, but it was starting to get hard as the big tests were getting closer and he was getting more and more exhausted from holding up with Kurt’s swinging mood and the constant fear lurking in the back of his head.

Blaine made sure to call his mom as promised, and sometimes they met up at a small coffee house near their house. He took the chance of pouring out his heart to her when Kurt wasn’t with them, and he found that it lifted a lot of his worries.

One night Blaine’s mom was in Lima so she called to ask if they could meet up, and as Kurt was sick he didn’t want to leave the house, so they agreed that she should come over instead.
Susan ended up in the Hummel-Hudson kitchen talking to Burt and Carol until late that night.

Burt told her about how Kurt’s mom had been sick too before she had died, and they discussed Blaine and Kurt’s relationship, and how great it was to have Finn and Puck as a part of the family as well.

Blaine had wrapped a blanket around Kurt so he could come downstairs with them because he refused to stay in his room while Susan was there.
Neither Blaine nor Kurt engaged much in the conversation, they mostly stayed silent observing how well their parents were getting along. They had never discussed introducing their parents to each other, they had been convinced that it would be a terrible idea and something that was to be pushed way into the future; but now that Susan was sitting in the Hummel-Hudson kitchen lively talking to Burt and Carol it seemed foolish that they hadn’t done it sooner.

“I’m really happy that we finally got to meet. Blaine’s father isn’t exactly what you would describe as supportive of the kids’ relationship, but I want you to know that I am very happy to have Kurt in Blaine’s life. I’ve never seen him so happy. To me Kurt is already family,” Susan said as she started to get ready to drive home.

Kurt was sitting on Blaine’s lap where he had fallen asleep, and Blaine was yawning too. He looked to the table and tightened his grip around Kurt a little by the sound of his mom’s words.

“Blaine is definitely a part of our family, and he can stay with us anytime he want. He’s helped Kurt grow a lot, and now it’s just great watching as they grow together, you know. If only love had been that easy when were young,” chuckled Burt as he and Carol stood up to follow Susan to the front door.

She bent down to kiss Blaine goodbye and stroke Kurt’s hair before she followed them through the house.
Susan thanked Burt and Carol for having opened their home for Blaine and for being so supportive of their relationship. They all agreed to stay in touch before she said goodnight and left.

Blaine wished silently that Kurt could have shared the moment with him. He chuckled a little under his breath by the thought that their parents had finally been introduced, after they had been together for so long. Blaine shook his head a little at how foolish they had been to postpone it, before he started to help Kurt to get up to bed with him.

Blaine lay awake in the dark listening to Kurt’s sleepy breathing while thinking about how great it would be if their parents could actually become friends. He knew that his dad would never engage in such a friendship - that would mean that he’d have to accept that Kurt was a permanent part of Blaine’s life; but just his mom, Burt and Carol.

After an hour with thoughts rolling around his head he started drifting in and out of sleep; weird dreams of Kurt announcing that he was cured only for a doctor to say that it had been a joke and that he wasn’t going to make it. The horrible nightmare would drift into a dream of Blaine at Kurt’s funeral singing Blackbird with his mom holding his one hand and Kurt’s ghost holding his right, and then drifting into a dream of himself coming home from work finding him married to Kurt with a son together.

*

As a part of the new treatment program Kurt had to go to regular tests at the hospital even more often than he had done before. Blaine went with him every time, and the doctors were starting to get more positive and said that they didn’t see any change in Kurt’s state.
They said that he wasn’t getting better, but it was good news that he wasn’t getting worse either.

Kurt started feeling better, and after some time he started to go regularly to school again, eventually he had two weeks straight without any absence and he wasn’t as exhausted as he used to be. The daily life almost started feeling normal again.

Blaine didn’t dare get his hopes too high, but he couldn’t help feeling Kurt’s spirit catch on. Kurt’s mood was high, and Puck started talking about what they should do once Kurt was declared cured for everything. He was certain that Kurt would be back to normal during the summer, and then he said that he thought they should pack up Finn and go for a road trip to New York.

Kurt ecstatically joined in on his idea, and in time the planning had gone from jokingly to serious. Kurt and Puck could spend hours on their backs in Kurt’s bed looking to the ceiling as they discussed where to go and what to do and for how long.

Blaine would listen to their talks joining in with ideas every now and then, but doing his best to stay out of it. He loved the idea, and he knew that it was helping Kurt keep up his mood. Blaine was just afraid that Kurt wouldn’t be all cured when the summer came, and then Kurt would be down because they couldn’t live out their plans. He didn’t want to see him disappointed, and Puck knew it, but his main thought was to keep Kurt high spirited.

One day Rachel was back in Lima for a family event and Kurt went out shopping with her, of course promising to keep his phone close. He was still refusing to tell Rachel that he was sick even though Blaine kept saying that he thought it was about time he did it.
Blaine stayed at home playing video games with Finn and Puck when something suddenly hit him.

“Guys. You know Kurt’s been doing a lot better lately, right?” He pressed the pause button before he leaned back to look at the guys that was staring at him in surprise that he had paused the game in such an important place of the level they had reached.

“Yeah. That’s good right? I mean, he’s out with Rachel and he’s almost never bitchy anymore,” Finn said confused, not really following where Blaine was headed with this sudden break.

“I am thinking that if my plan has to be put to reality I’ll have to do it now. How long do you think you need to get the details ready Puck? I think I could get everything ready in a few days.” Blaine had moved to sit on the edge of his seat, and saw that Puck had caught his thought instantly but Finn was still looking a bit confused.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea, man? I mean, what if he gets sick again?” Finn asked, ignoring Puck’s wide grin as he was clearly picturing the details of the plan take form.
“Well, if he gets sick again we’ll figure out what to do. But he’s not gonna, he’s only been getting better the last couple of weeks, and we went to the doctor yesterday and he said that he didn’t see any detours in the future,” explained Blaine as he felt an adrenaline kick coming up.

“Dude. That is perfect. I’m gonna have your stuff ready tomorrow or something. I already asked someone to do them, so I’ll just call them and say that you’ll need it now,” said Puck and started to get out his phone.

“So we’re doing this? We’re really doing this? Finn, are you up for it?” Blaine looked at Finn unable to wipe off his wide grin as doing so.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m in. Kurt is gonna freak out when he finds out. I just wish I could see his face.” Finn had left the confusion completely behind and instead he was starting to get pumped for the idea just as Blaine and Puck.

They completely forgot their game and instead started heavily discussing the last details of the plans. Puck had a bunch of great ideas, some amazing and perfect, others making both Blaine and Finn raise their eyebrows before bursting into laughter.

After a few hours they had everything planned out and Blaine was starting to feel how real it was becoming. He knew that it was going to take him a lot of secrecy and it was going to be hard hiding it from Kurt, but in the end it would be all worth it.

When Kurt got home late that afternoon Blaine didn’t even dare looking him in the eyes, and Puck kept glancing at him with a suspiciously broad grin making Kurt send him weird looks for the whole night asking him if he was okay, making Blaine give Puck an elbow in the ribs every now and then to remind him to keep up the secret.