Week 9 Day 1(Continued)

Kurt woke up that morning curled up into Blaines side with his arm haphazardly draped over his stomach. He looked up and saw Blaine was looking at him, he really didnt know for how long, but he suspected that it must have been for a while.

"Good morning, beautiful," Blaine said smiling while stroking Kurts arm softly.

"Hey." Kurt smiled and breathed in deeply through his nose, closing his eyes again. "How are you feeling?" He yawned.

"Almost as good as new," Blaine told him.

"Thats good…" How great it felt to be in Blaine arms again, waking up next to him in the morning, in his room while—

Wait. He was in Blaines room. It was morning. He wasnt supposed to still be there.

Kurt sat up quickly and looked around the room. "What time is it?" he asked, trying to get the sleep out of his brain while moving to sit at the edge of the bed.

Blaine sat up and crawled over to Kurt. "Its only six, dont worry," he whispered and then kissed Kurts bare shoulder.

"I wasnt supposed to spend the whole night…" Kurt had planned to leave a few minutes after he was sure Blaine was alright for the night, which he obviously did not follow through with.

"Its alright…" Blaine leaned over and started kissing the side of Kurts neck, which made Kurt raise an eyebrow.

"You seem to be feeling a lot better," he mused. "For someone who called me in the middle of the night and just got out of the hospital yesterday…"

"Mhm…much…much…better…" Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurts waist and rested his head on his shoulder. "Thank you for last night," he murmured into Kurts ear before presuming his infatuation with Kurts neck.

Kurt tilted his head to the side and hummed. "What part exactly?" He asked, unable to hide the smirk that rose on his lips. Kurt knew the part that Blaine probably enjoyed the most.

"All of it…and I was thinking…it would be a shame if I didnt get to thank you properly…" Blaine breathed onto Kurts neck, which sent chills down his spine.

"I have to go, Blaine," Kurt insisted when Blaine started moving down his jaw line, pressing himself against Kurts back.

"Few more minutes…"

"You need to rest, and I need to get back home before my parents find out I snuck out," he persisted, although he knew he wasnt going to be able to hold out much longer.

Blaine gave one last kiss to Kurts cheek before giving up, falling back on the bed and pulling the covers back over himself. "I dont want to waste anymore time. I just want to be with you…all of you." Kurt turned around to see that Blaine was pouting his lips and giving him incredibly heartbreaking puppy dog eyes. Kurt rolled his eyes and plopped down his stomach next to Blaine. "Dont look at me like that," Kurt said.

"Like what?" Blaine pouted.

"Like a sad little puppy, its hurting my soul," Kurt joked, a smile creeping up his lips.

Blaine smiled and turned onto his side. "Then you stop looking at me like that."

"And how am I looking at you?" Kurt asked.

"Like the most beautiful thing in the world," he murmured gently.

Well how was he supposed to compete with that? After a few seconds a large grin formed on Blaines face, he knew he won.

"You suck," Kurt laughed as he rolled onto his side and started kissing Blaine feverishly.

"Thats exactly what you were keeping me from doing…" Blaine eventually was on top of Kurt and not looking like he was going to slow down anytime soon.

Kurt was surprised at how normal it felt, like even though Blaine was sick, it wouldnt hold them back. They werent going to allow this illness to take up anymore of the time they had left.

"That…that was…youre amazing…" Kurt breathed, hair a total mess and eyes half-lidded in a post-orgasmic haze.

Blaine was totally silent. "Blaine?" Kurt looked over to see Blaine slowly sitting up, concentrating on something. "Blaine? Whats wrong?"

"Shh," he whispered, holding up his finger. "I think shes up."

"Your grandmother?" Kurt sat up quickly and ran his fingers through his hair. Crap.

Kurt listened for a few moments, sitting perfectly still. He could hear the faucet running from the kitchen and the sound of glasses clinking. Soon the water stopped, and he started hearing footsteps gradually becoming louder with each passing second.

"Shit shit shit shit," Blaine started muttering as he practically jumped out of the bed, pulling a sheet around his hips.

Kurt got out of the bed and pulled on the boxer-briefs and pajama bottoms that were strewn across the floor. Blaine had his head against the door, eyes wide and worried.

"Get in the closet," Blaine mouthed to him. Kurts heart started beating faster, because he knew that being caught by Blaines grandmother would not only be extremely awkward, but potentially dangerous to Blaine.

Kurt picked his clothes off Blaines desk chair, and started moving his way toward the closet as there was a knock at the door. Both Kurt and Blaine froze immediately, looking at each other nervously. "Yes?" Blaine called, squeezing his eyes shut.

"You need to take your medicine Blaine!" His grandmother called to him from outside the door.

Blaine started moving Kurt toward the closet, "Just a minute! Im not dressed!" He said to her over his shoulder, which wasnt a lie, he was one bed sheet away from being totally naked.

Blaine helped Kurt into the closet before whispering, "Dont come out until I open this door, okay?"

Kurt nodded and Blaine shut the door quietly. After a few moments he moved to the back of Blaines dark closet and sat down, afraid to make a noise that might give them away. He knew he should have went home.

"Is something going on in there?" He heard Blaines grandmother ask. She still sounded the same as he remembered.

"No, nothings going on…" Blaines voice sounded shaky, it must have really made him nervous to lie to his grandmother.

"Im coming in!" Oh fuck.

He heard the door open and then shut as soon as it did, "Why are you naked?"

"I told you not to come in!" Blaine.

"What were you doing in there?"

"Umm…Er…masturbating?" Kurt buried his face into his hands. Oh Blaine…

There was a long silence. "Well, are you done yet?" She asked him.

He heard the sound of the mattress squeak and Blaine called out, "Okay, come in!"

Kurt held his breath as he heard Blaines grandmother walk into the room. "I want you to clean your room today Blaine, it looks like a pig lives in here," she sniped at him.

"Sorry…" Blaine muttered. His room was a mess? It was the most spotless room Kurt had ever seen.

"Do you think you are going to be well enough to sing tomorrow?"

"I dont know…" He heard Blaine murmur.

"Okay, let me rephrase, what time do you want me to wake you up tomorrow so you can get ready for church?"

"Cant I just skip tomorrow?"

"You havent sang two weeks in a row, and I am not leaving you home alone anymore, God knows what you were doing with that little gay boy of yours…"

"Dont bring Kurt into this," Blaines voice sounded annoyed. "Please just give me the medicine and then leave me alone."

"Poor Blainey, its going to be alright…" Her voice seemed to be mocking him.

"Please dont touch me. The last time was enough."

"I would really find a different tone with me if I were you, I said you could go back on your pain meds but I can take you right off. We have no money coming in Blaine except for the little I get from social security and welfare, and that extra money could be really helpful."

"Im sorry…" Blaine said quietly.

"Well, you just remember that. I dont want to see you in more pain than you have to be."

"I know…" There was a slight pause. "Have you heard anything from the doctor…like the results of the biopsy?"

"Nothing positive…" She told him. "Do you really want to know Blaine? I dont want to upset you."

"I dont know…" Kurt didnt know if he actually wanted to know either.

There was another pause. "Your mother called yesterday," Blaines grandmother said.

He heard the sound of a glass being sat on the table. "What did she want?" He asked.

"I dont know…she was probably drunk. I wouldnt try calling her back…"

"My mother is not a drunk," Blaines voice sounded dark.

"Of course she isnt." Her voice was mocking him again.

"Anything from my dad?" He asked quietly.

"I havent heard from him since March Blaine, its going to be the same every time you ask." Kurt could hear someone getting off the bed and walking across the room.

"Okay…Are you making anything for breakfast?" Blaine asked.

"I havent decided yet…" she said slowly. "Blaine? What is this?"

"What are you—dont read that! Its nothing…it was…a girl from church sent it to me when I was in the hospital," he said quickly. Oh no, not the card.

"My dearest Blaine," she read, "Your smile brightens my days and your love lets me know that my heart will go on. I love you and I hope you feel better soon. Love, your Kurt." There was a long silence followed by the sound of ripping paper. "I thought you said you werent seeing him anymore," she said coldly.

"I-I…" he stuttered.

"I told you not to lie to me!" She yelled.

"Im sorry! But I love him and I am going to see him no matter what you say!" He yelled back.

"You honestly think he loves you? Youre just a fuck buddy to him, Blaine! Thats all youll ever be!" Kurt was already livid, but he didnt know how much worse opening that door would make the situation.

"Thats not true!"

"You are so blind. Just like your father. But at least he didnt have the indecency to want to fuck other boys. You are so disgusting, you and that boy."

"Shut up!" Blaine shouted. "Just shut up!"

There was a large thud and Kurt flinched. He stood up and grabbed the door handle, ready to open it at any moment.

"Please dont hurt me!" Blaine pleaded. Kurt turned the door handle, but then there was a silence. Like everything stopped. Kurt let go of the handle and put his ear up to the door, listening.

"Im not going to hurt you Blaine…" His grandmother sighed. "Well be talking about this later… and youre not getting any breakfast…or lunch…maybe dinner."

"But—"

"Dont…just dont. Ill be in a seven tomorrow to wake you up for church. You should practice your piece today."

"Yes maam," Blaine answered.

There was a silence and then the door slammed shut. Kurt waited, because he wasnt to open the door until Blaine told him he could.

There were a few moments, but then Kurt heard the bed squeak and someone turned the knob of the closet door. The door opened to reveal Blaine, eyes red and tears streaming down his face.

Kurt practically ran into his arms, throwing his own arms around Blaines neck and pulling him close. Blaine stood still, as if he was stunned.

"It isnt true, it isnt true," Kurt whispered into Blaine ear. "Youre okay, Im here, I love you."

Blaine pressed his face into the crook of Kurts neck and cried. She was making his life so much harder than it had to be, he didnt deserve this, he deserved to live with someone who loved him, who would make the last days of his life worth living.

"Youre coming home with me," Kurt said.

"I cant…I cant leave."

"Just for today, we need to get you away from here."

Blaine shook his head into Kurts neck. "I dont want to lose you."

"You wont lose me, never again. Im here…"

"Im sorry…" Kurt could feel Blaines tears on his neck.

"Dont be sorry, you dont deserve to be treated that way," Kurt pulled away and looked into Blaines eyes. "Please come home with me, I can put all of my money into your treatment, I was going to use it for New York but—"

"No, Im going to stay here, and you are going to go home and be with that Rachel girl you were telling me about. Im going to be fine, she probably locked the door anyway, she wont be bothering me for a while."

"We need to tell someone Blaine…"

Blaine pulled him into another hug, "Please dont…please…"

Kurt didnt know what to do. "You cant keep living like this…"

"But this is the only way I can keep living…"

Kurt was silent, contemplating what to do next. "Im going to come see you sing tomorrow, okay?"

"But shell be there—"

"Shh…Itll be okay," Kurt said as he held Blaine tighter in his arms. "Youll be okay…" Although there was always that voice in Kurts head that kept screaming that hes not.

Kurt left through the window of Blaines room and rode his bike home. It was about 7:30 and he didnt think anyone would be up, but he still went in through his bedrooms balcony door just to be sure.

He didnt bother going back to sleep, so he took the time to get his room ready for Rachels week stay. They were going to talk about what they wanted their apartment to look like, and how they were going to split the money. Kurt also was going to make sure Rachel met Blaine that week, so he could show her how great he really was.

Rachel arrived later that day, pink suitcase and all. What had happened earlier that day left Kurt not as excited, although he put on a smile for her.

They went out to dinner that night and Rachel told them all about what she had been doing over the summer which, knowing Rachel Berry, made Kurt want to take a nap. But he was glad to see her again, she was one of the best friends he had.

"Okay, so do you want to watch Funny Girl or Breakfast at Tiffanys?" Rachel asked him, standing in front of the TV in her pink silk pajamas.

Kurt was laying out on his bed, not really caring because he was trying to think about what he should do about Blaine. "You pick," he told her.

"Is there something wrong? You always have some sort of opinion on what we watch."

"Its nothing Rachel. Youre the guest, you should pick."

"Fine, well watch Funny Girl, you know I can never pass up Barbra."

Kurt nodded, drifting back into his own thoughts. Rachel laid down next to him on the bed after putting in the movie, taking the popcorn and setting it between them. "So hows Blaine?" Rachel asked him.

He wasnt really listening. "What?"

"Hows Blaine? Your lifeguard?" She repeated.

"Oh, hes feeling better today," he said, taking a handful of popcorn.

"Is that it?"

Not in the least. "Yeah, hes fine," his voice didnt sound at all convincing.

"How are you feeling then?"

"What do you mean?" He asked her.

"Kurt, youve seemed really distant today…I dont know if this whole thing is really that good for you, youre not yourself."

"Blaine is good for me, and he makes me happy."

"You really do love him. Dont you?" Rachel concluded.

"I do, and Im going to do everything in my power to make the last few months of his life as perfect as they can possibly be. Like tomorrow, Im getting up early to watch him perform at his church."

"That sounds fun, maybe I could come too, we could go out afterwards or something. I really want to meet him."

"I dont think we would be able to go out Rachel," Kurt told her.

"Why not?"

"Its just, his grandmother is really strict…" He thought for a few moments. Although they wouldnt be able to go out after, having Rachel there might help if things went wrong, and it would make things look less suspicious. "If you would like to come with me, I dont think Blaine would mind," he thought out loud.

Rachel laid her head on Kurts shoulder as they watched. "Four more weeks and well be in New York together," she said after a few minutes, although it wasnt as excited as it usually was when she talked about New York and NYADA.

All Kurt could think about was that it was four more weeks until he had to leave Blaine.

Week 9 Day 2

Rachel and Kurt walked into the church together, looking nice, trying to blend in with everyone in their Sunday best.

It was a large church, with a Sunday School in the basement and the Teen Youth meeting area upstairs. When they walked in there were many people already seated, so Kurt and Rachel sat in the back corner so they wouldnt be noticed, most importantly, noticed by Blaines grandmother, who was sitting in the front row. She had one of those hideous feathered hats, in which Kurt wanted to punch her in the face just for wearing it. "Thats his grandmother," Kurt whispered to Rachel, motioning to the front row.

"I hope Blaine didnt get his looks from her…"

"Trust me, he didnt." Kurt was very thankful for that. Kurt imagined that Cecilia may have been very beautiful once, but the age and the ever-present frown on her face made it hard to believe.

"Do you see him?" She whispered.

Kurt looked around the church, but Blaine was nowhere in sight. Right before he was going to tell Rachel he wasnt finding him, the pastor came out and stood at the podium, hitting the microphone a few times to get the crowds attention.

Everyone stopped talking and turned towards the man, pulling out their bibles. "Im glad to have you all back for another Sunday, the old faces, and I see some new ones," the pastor said, almost looking directly at Kurt and Rachel. Was it that obvious they werent from there?

"I have a treat for you all today," the man said. "Blaine Anderson was recently released from the hospital and has given the honor of singing for us today." Kurt looked around and saw Blaine walking up to the front of the church from a door in the back, looking extremely handsome in a dress suit and slicked back hair.

"Thats him," he whispered to Rachel.

Rachel took his hand and squeezed it, as if it was finally real for her now, like Blaine wasnt just a person Kurt was making up in his head, Blaine was real.

Blaine took the microphone, walked to the center of the stage, and took a deep breath. "Hello everyone," he said. "I would like to thank you all for your thoughts and prayers, I am doing very well now." He sounded rehearsed, like he was reading from a script. "Ive decided to—" Blaine paused in mid-sentence, eyes fixed in Kurts direction. Their eyes met, and Kurt gave him a weak smile. Yes Blaine, Im here for you, Ill always be here for you.

Blaine smiled on stage and continued, realizing he had stopped. "Ive decided to sing something a little different today. Its actually for someone. Someone, very special to me." He looked back at Kurt, and then turned away, blushing. "The love of my life, actually," he said.

There were awws and clapping from the audience. Even Rachel melted to Blaines words. Kurt turned away, unable to hide the large grin that spread across his face.

Blaine motioned for the band to start and closed his eyes. "And every time Im not with this person, I feel like the lyrics of this song." He opened his eyes and took one last look at Kurt before singing:

Oh my love my darling
Ive hungered for your touch
A long lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me

Blaine kept looking over at Kurt and smiling, but turning away as quickly as he did.

Lonely rivers flow to the sea to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh wait for me wait for me
Ill be coming home wait for me

Rachel looked over at Kurt and smiled, squeezing his hand tightly.

Oh my love my darling
Ive hungered for your touch
A long lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me

Once Blaine was finished everyone clapped, some women even had tears in their eyes. Kurt had tears in his eyes too, because Blaine had just sang to him in front of all these people. Sure, he would never tell anyone who he was actually singing to, but it was still one of the most thoughtful things Blaine had ever done for him.

Blaine bowed and the pastor gave him a pat on the back. "Another great performance, Blaine. And is the lucky lady here today?" He asked.

"No, she couldnt make it." Blaine smiled to himself for a moment. Nope, she couldnt make it.

"Well, we dont want to keep you away from your work in the nursery much longer so Im going to let you go," he told Blaine. The congregation took another round of applause as Blaine thanked the pastor. Blaine looked over at Kurt and smiled before leaving, he must have worked down in the nursery while service took place. Kurt was about to get up and find Blaine when the pastor started talking again.

"Such a sweet boy, we need to make sure we keep him in our thoughts and prayers. Jessica has a few words before we start."

Oh great, Jessica."Hello everyone," she said at the front of the stage. He was already tuning her out. "The Youth Group and I would like to thank you all for the donations on Blaines behalf. Remember, please come to me or Ms. Cecelia if you would like to donate. So far the church has donated over $50,000 just this month for his treatments and hospital visits." There was a short pause for clapping. "I would like a moment to say thank you to the many individual benefactors, such as my father and his law firm, and those who have been helping with the different fundraising projects." There was another round of applause. "Now, Blaine is extremely shy about taking charity, so please dont mention your donations to him, just tell him to get better and that you are praying for him." She smiled at the crowd and led them in a prayer for Blaine.

Kurt sat through the rest of the service, not wanting to bring attention to himself by leaving early. He didnt meet Blaine afterwards, yet texted him that night to thank him for the song and that he would be bringing Rachel to the lifeguard stand sometime that week to meet him. And he never forgot his I love you.

But there was a question, a question that Kurt should have addressed, yet decided not to think much of, for how complicated could things truly be?