Week 11 Day 1

It seemed as if everything was now set in motion.

Blaines grandmother was arrested, the police met her at the house when she came home from the church that night, the benefit making over one-thousand dollars. She was charged with fraud and attempted murder, and Blaine had the choice of whether or not he wanted to press assault charges.

The doctors also examined Blaines head injury upon Kurts request that night at the hospital, finding that the area was still swollen, which was causing the recurring fevers Blaine was having. Blaine had thought the fevers were due to an allergic reaction to the blood transfusions, which is why he wasnt upset when his grandmother made him stop them.

Blaine moved into Aunt Annies house that night after they left the hospital. Carole welcomed him with open arms after she learned about what happened, and Burt wasnt objecting to it either, angry that someone would be able to put their own grandchild through that kind of torture.

The more they talked to Dr. Martin that night the more Kurt realized it wasnt over. Blaine was still sick, he still had cancer, and it wasnt going to go away without a fight. As the initial shock went away so did the initial feeling of hope. Kurt wondered whether or not he should allow himself to hope, because if he did, and Blaine didnt get better, Kurt thought he might not be able to stand the pain. How are you supposed to find hope again once it has been totally taken away from you?

Kurt also felt extremely guilty, which he knew he shouldnt, but something inside him kept saying you should have figured this out sooner. If he had left without figuring out what Blaines grandmother was doing to him, he would have died, and it would have been his fault. And that is all he could think about that night as he tried to sleep. What if…

Surprisingly, Kurt woke up early that morning, his mind hardly believing what had happened the day before. He took a shower and went downstairs, finding that no one was up yet. He decided to make himself some coffee, and as he was pouring the water into the coffee maker, Blaine walked into the kitchen. The last night was probably the first good night of sleep Blaine had in a while, and he probably finally felt some relief, some safety that he didnt feel with his grandmother. "Hey," Blaine said, his voice groggy and not quite awake.

"Hey," Kurt replied. "Would you like some coffee?"

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurts waist from behind, hugging him tightly. "Id love some." He kissed the back of Kurts neck and hummed. "You smell nice."

Kurt turned on the coffee maker and laughed. "Blaine…" He protested when Blaines lips started moving up the side of his neck. "My parents are sleeping right above our heads."

"Well have to be quiet then, wont we?" Blaine whispered, ghosting his lips against his skin, slowly turning Kurt around.

They started kissing leisurely, trying not to rush anything. After a few minutes the coffee maker beeped and forced them to break apart. They both laughed as they looked at each other, their lips swollen and their hair even messier than it already was. "This is what its going to be like every morning," Blaine said, running his hands down Kurts sides. "When I get better and come to live with you in New York."

Kurt slowly turned back around and started pouring the coffee. "We shouldnt think like that so soon," he said.

"Didnt you hear what she told us? I can start chemo again, Im going to get better for you."

"Yes, but…We dont even know when youll start again. And we dont even know how were going to pay for it, or where youll get your treatment at. What if it doesnt work or I was too late?"

"How would you have been too late?"

Kurt walked to the kitchen table and sat down, Blaine following after and sitting in the chair next to him. "I should have seen the signs, I should have known immediately after that day when I came to see you sing at the church something was wrong. Even when I found out you were sick from Jessica I should have connected the dots."

Blaine looked confused."You found out from Jessica? How did that happen?"

"She told me about how her church group was raising money for you and…" Kurt buried his face into his hands. "See? If I had told you that we would have figured it out weeks ago."

Blaine rubbed his back lovingly. "You have nothing to feel guilty about, Kurt. If anything, I was the one who shouldve realized what my grandmother was doing to me. How could I have ever taken her side?"

"You shouldnt feel bad…"

"See? And neither should you." He took Kurts hand and squeezed it. "She lied to everyone. My grandmother...she has problems that made her do things that were unimaginable. I dont even know if I would have ever connected the dots on my own. You were the genius behind this whole operation, I have to admit." He took a sip of his coffee and smiled.

Kurt looked up at Blaine and smiled back before another thought came to his mind. "Do you know when youre going to go in this week?" Blaine had been asked to go into the police station for some questioning. The information coming from Blaine was extremely important to the investigation.

Blaine shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe tomorrow…Will you go with me?"

"Of course I will." Kurt knew that Blaine was nervous to talk about the abuse with someone other than Kurt. Although Kurt had a slightly different motive for going in…

Week 11 Day 2

They walked into the police station together, hand in hand. Blaine was really into this new showing affection whenever they could thing, maybe he had wanted to do it all along, even more than Kurt had. Blaine felt like he couldnt show affection in public before because of his grandmother. But now she was out of the picture, well, almost.

The police officer at the front desk took Blaine with him, leaving Kurt to find another police officer who would let him into the holding room, where Blaines grandmother was staying until they moved her into a state penitentiary. He had a few questions, that he wasnt going to leave without the answers to.

After he found where he needed to go they let him in, giving him ten minutes. The holding room was cold, with a few dark cells lining the walls. The police officer stood outside as Kurt walked closer to Blaines grandmothers cell, his heart starting to pick up a few beats. Hed wanted this for a while now, the chance to ask her why she had tried to make Blaine sick. How could she have done this to Blaine? How could she have done something so awful to the most amazing, compassionate, selfless person he knew? How can someone be that heartless?

He also knew he couldnt get angry. He had to be the bigger person and not let her get to him, although he knew it would be difficult.

He stood about a foot away from the bars, looking into the cell. Blaines grandmother was laying on the bed, she knew he was there, but she didnt move a muscle.

Her brown hair had streaks of gray in it, and her clothes were tattered, but not yet the awful orange jumpsuits the inmates had to wear in the state prisons.

"So its Blaines little friend… Are you here to fight his battles for him? Hes always been a coward, like his father." Her voice was cold, yet somewhat defeated.

"No, Im just here to talk to you. I want you to answer some questions for me."

"Are you sure Blaine didnt think you were a girl? That voice could have fooled me." Kurt gritted his teeth, but he held back.

There was a short paused before she looked over at him, her eyes dark. "Blaines a liar. Did you know that?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Blaines not the liar in this situation."

"Yes, well, he told me he wouldnt be seeing you anymore. Isnt that a lie?"

Kurt shook his head. "Why did you let him see me in the first place? What did that accomplish?" She didnt answer him, so he decided to take a different approach. "My Aunt Annie told me what happened to you, about your father."

"Oh Annie, poor, sweet Annie. How is she doing?"

"Shes in the hospital, and Im glad she wont have to know how horrible her friend became." Kurt couldnt believe that Blaines grandmother and Aunt Annie used to be friends. "Shed be disappointed."

"Do you think I care?" She sat up and her eyes felt like darts, piercing into him. "She was always the privileged one, a great family, a great son."

"Well she lost all of that. Her son passed away but she was still a better mother than you ever were or ever will be."

She stood up and walked toward him. "You know, I wanted to be a great mother, I really did. But when I looked down at Benjamin in my arms…" She mimicked the look of holding a baby, looking down at her hands. "I hated him, and I didnt know why. I learned later that I was sick, but it was already too late." Her voice shuddered. "But the one thing I never did, and that I swore I would never do, was hit him."

"So you felt like you owed Blaine something after you hit him over the head with a fu- with a lamp? Thats why you let him see me?" Kurt was trying to keep his anger to a minimum, but he already felt steam coming out of his ears.

"If someone had seen you two together everything would have been a mess! The church has a strict view on homosexuality, and he had come to live with me to get rid of it, not to act on it."

"That is who Blaine is. He cant get rid of it, and the faster you, or any of those close minded people figure that out the better."

"He got the cancer for a reason. God was angry at him for being sinful. Blaine deserved to die if that was Gods plan."

"No, that was your plan. You were killing him."

"I was not trying to kill him, I was going to let him get better after I got enough money to buy my ice cream shop back."

"What?"

"Blaines the reason my husbands business was taken away, the one that had been in the family for generations. I needed to get it back for my husband."

Kurt shook his head. "So all you wanted was to buy Susies back? Thats all the money was for?"

She sat back on the bed and sighed. "Finally someone understands." She smiled and laughed to herself. "See, its not so bad."

"No, I get it. I really do…" He shook his head. "And I hope when you plead not guilty to the attempted murder charges for reasons of insanity that you get the help you truly deserve." He started to walk away before stopping and giving her one final look. "And you know what? Blaine is going to be safe with me, and Im not going to let you, or anyone ever hurt him again."

She was crazy, and she needed help. And Kurt felt horrible that Blaine had to be caught in the middle of it.

The more Kurt thought about it later that day, the more he realized how much her father must have hurt her. No one becomes that way without something truly terrible happening to them. The evil had started with her father, but it was ending with Blaine.

Week 11 Day 3

The person who rang the doorbell that afternoon was nowhere near who Kurt expected.

"Hey." The young blonde girl said when Kurt answered the door.

"Hey…Jessica, what are you doing here?" Kurt asked, shocked that he would ever even see Jessica again, not that he really wanted to.

She brushed some of her hair behind her ear. "I heard Blaine was staying with you, and I was wondering if maybe we could talk. I have some things I need to say, to the both of you." She looked sincere, so Kurt decided that it wouldnt do any harm to let her talk. He found Blaine and they sat on the back patio, Carole making them some lemonade.

"The first thing I would like to say is that Im sorry," Jessica said. "I thought I was helping, but all I was doing was helping Blaines grandma steal money from everyone."

Blaine was the first to speak. "Its not your fault. You couldnt have known. I also know your father was giving a lot of money, too."

"Well, thats actually what Im really here for. You see, my dad wanted to know if youre interested in filing a medical malpractice lawsuit."

Kurt almost choked on his lemonade. "You mean, you want to see if Blaine wants to sue the hospital?"

Jessica nodded. "My dad has one of the most prestigious law firms in all of New Jersey, and he thinks Blaine could win all the money he needs for his chemotherapy, with his help of course."

Both boys looked skeptical, so she continued. "The hospital was obviously cutting corners with what they were allowing Blaines grandma to do. You would practically have the future of the hospital in your hands."

"So, could we like, get that receptionist fired?" Kurt asked, his voice sounding more hopeful than it should.

"According to my father, much of the hospitals staff has either been fired or has jumped ship after hearing the news. Im sure shes long gone, along with most of Blaines nurses, and his doctors already resigned."

The news hit Kurt hard. Dr. Martin resigned? What if she was never allowed to practice medicine again? It wasnt her fault all of this happened.

"My dad said to let Blaine think it over. But I personally think you should get something for what youve been through." Kurt already knew he wasnt going to get justice for what his grandmother had done, because no jury could take a look at her without realizing she was totally insane. Maybe this was a good idea, and if Jessicas father was really that good, there would be no way they couldnt win.

Kurt looked at Blaine and slipped their hands together. It was his decision, and if he wanted to get some sort of compensation for what he had been through then Kurt would support him. Although Kurt also knew Blaine would have to go to court more than he already needed to with his grandmothers trial, and he didnt know if Blaine was prepared for that and chemotherapy. "Thanks Jessica, Ill let you know," Blaine said.

Jessica stood up and straightened out her sundress. "Well I guess I should get going, I have Blaines shift today so I have to get down to the beach."

"Thank you for trying to help me," Blaine said. "At least someone had good intentions throughout this whole thing."

She nodded and shrugged her shoulders, "Im guessing Im not going to see you two at church anytime soon."

Blaine laughed. "Probably not."

She smiled at them and started her way back to the house, before stopping short just in front of the door. "And despite what people may say, Im extremely happy for the both of you."

"Thank you, we really appreciate that Jessica," Blaine said and Kurt nodded in agreement.

She gave them one last wave goodbye before muttering as she closed the door behind her. "Might have helped if I knew Blaine was unavailable before I asked him all out those times but whatever…"

Kurt smiled to himself. You meet a lot of people during a lifetime, and sometimes you dont agree with everything they say or do. And even though Jessica had some misguided intentions, or even may have detrimentally damaged his and Blaines relationship at one time or another, she wasnt a bad person. And thats where Kurt truly saw the difference between people like the receptionist at the hospital or Blaines grandmother, and people like Jessica, who didnt know when to keep their mouths shut, but still tried to do all the good they could do, even if it didnt turn out the way they intended.

Week 11 Day 4

There was something that never changed, and those were the dreams.

It was almost three in the morning and he didnt want to wake Blaine, but he was having trouble sleeping alone. Although there was a chance Blaine was going to be alright, the nightmares still werent going away. And the one he had just had that night was one of the worst, waking up shaking and in tears.

Kurt slowly walked down the stairs to Aunt Annies room, where Blaine was staying, just needing to see him, to know he was alright.

He gradually opened Blaines door and looked inside, the moon shining dimly onto Blaines face. Kurt walked in and shut the door behind him, trying not to make a sound. After a few moments he stopped and decided to turn around. What was he doing? Blaine needed his rest.

"Kurt?"

Kurt let go of the door knob which he had started turning and looked at Blaine. He was already sitting up and turning on the lamp next to his bed.

"Go back to sleep," Kurt whispered.

Blaine rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Im sorry for waking you." His voice sounded small, and not very convincing.

"You can tell me whats wrong. Did you have a dream?"

Kurt nodded, not meeting Blaines eyes. "Why wont they go away?"

"Come here," Blaine said, scooting over and pulling down the covers to let Kurt in. Kurt shuffled his way to the bed and laid down on his side because the bed was much smaller than his own. Blaine turned off the lamp and laid down to face Kurt.

"Is this better?" Blaine asked, pulling Kurt in close to him and tangling their legs together.

"Mhm…" Kurt hummed, closing his eyes. "It was about you again…the dream."

Blaine kissed him softly, "Im right here, you have nothing to worry about."

Kurt couldnt help but worry. Things might not get better, something could still go wrong. Kurt had fought so hard to accept that Blaine was dying, that the thought of him even having a chance was so hard to grasp.

Kurt pulled himself in closer to Blaines chest, trying to hear his heartbeat and feel his warmth. "Will the dreams ever stop?" Kurt asked, his voice muffled from pressing himself into Blaines shirt. "I really want them to go away."

"They will, I promise they will."

Somewhere in his heart Kurt believed him, but the dreams were so terrible that he thought he might never get rid of them. After a few minutes he started feeling better, and his breathing became in sync with Blaines. "You know what wont be a dream?" Kurt asked, trying to reassure himself.

"And whats that?"

"When I wake up next to you tomorrow, and give you a kiss good morning."

"And Ill be waiting for it. Now you should get to sleep," he whispered.

Kurt nodded and yawned, feeling extremely tired again. "I love you," he mumbled.

"I love you too, Kurt. I hope youll have some sweet dreams."