He couldn't. He thanked the heavens above that the next day Dalton was having an open house and tour for potential new students and classes were canceled, hence why he was at home. He would not have been able to attend school the following day if they were running, he could feel it. He was coming down with some kind of flu. Blaine pulled his laptop over to his bed and turned it on, he found that his boyfriend of 2 weeks was awake and on IM. Blaine smiled, clicking his user name.

Blaineanderson: Heyyyy!!! :)
GagaFierce: Blaine? What are you doing up? Isn't it like 4 in the morning over there?
Blaineanderson: lol, could say the same about you. Isn't 7 a little early for Mr. Kurt Hummel?
GagaFierce: I'm taking some extra shifts at the shop for my dad cuz his doctor said he's working too much...
Blaineanderson: oh... is he ok?
GagaFierce: For now. Thank goodness.
GagaFierce: If he had another heart attack, I would probably die
Blaineanderson: please don't be so melodramatic...
Blaineanderson: Anywho, if you died, I'd miss you, so please dont!
GagaFierce: Hahah :) ok, I won't.
GagaFierce: and, btw, I'd miss you too
Blaineanderson: hm???
GagaFierce: If you died
GagaFierce: I'd miss you too

Blaine froze. He inhaled sharply, that was too close to home. His mind wandered back to when he was 10, pale, weak, thin, coughing in a colourful room full of toys and comfortable chairs with an IV in his arm. A room that was supposed to lighten children's spirits. To make them forget the crap in their lives. The day the doctor had told him he might not make it.

GagaFierce: Blaine?
GagaFierce: You there?

Blaine blinked, he hadn't answered for a good 5 minutes. He quickly answered Kurt.

Blaineanderson: uh.... yeah... i'm here...
Blaineanderson: look, I gotta go. i'm getting kinda tired again. i'll talk to you later. have fun at work!

Before Kurt could answer, Blaine signed off. He shut the laptop, putting it on his night stand and threw his face into his pillow, screaming into it. The sound muffled by the thick material. 10 minutes later, Blaine guessed the pillow wasn't strong enough. His mother ran into his room.

"Blaine, Honey? Is something wrong?" She asked him, sitting on the edge of his bed rubbing smooth circles into his back.

"Nothing's wrong, mom." He muttered, "Just had a bad dream." She smiled sympathetically, he swiped some curls from his forehead, frowning and putting her hand on his forehead fully.

"Sweetie, are you feeling alright? You have a fever." Blaine shut his eyes.

"I have a bit of a headache and my stomach hurts, but I'm fine. I promise mom." She didn't look convinced.

"Don't downplay this, Blaine. You know that something that might seem like a simple cold could actually be-"

"Yes, mom! I realize that, you think I forget the last time?" Blaine shouted, "I know that what seems like a cold could be the cancer coming back. But it's not, mom. You know goddamn well that relapsing twice is a one in a million chance. Just leave me alone, I'm fine!" He yelled. His mother shut her eyes and pulled away from him.

"Okay, go back to sleep. I'll take you to Dr. Dasilva in the morning." Blaine rolled his eyes as she left. He hated doctors, he had had enough of doctors for his entire lifetime.

---------------------------------------------------

He was in the car with his mother and little sister, Hailey at about 10 that morning. He had not eaten the normal sized breakfast his mother made him, saying he wasn't hungry. Which only supported his mother's side. They pulled into the doctor's office and Blaine took his sister out of her car seat before walking out of the car with her in his arms. When they got to the doctor's office, he was taken into the doctor right away, ahead of all 10 patients who were already waiting. The receptionist had said he was a priority patient, especially if his mother's suspicions were correct.

"Hello again, Blaine, Cassandra, Hailey." The sweet looking middle-aged woman said when she entered the room with Blaine's folder. "Let's get started." She said with a smile at Blaine. She did a routine check-up, prescribing him some more inhalers for his asthma.

"I'm going to do a CBC now, okay Blaine? The results will be ready in about an hour if you want to wait after your appointment." Blaine shrugged, not caring anymore. He lifted the sleeve of his navy blue long sleeve shirt and looked to his little sister who was seated to his left. Their mom put her on the table beside him and she held his hand.

"Don't cry Blainey." She told him, seeing a tear fall from his eyes. He was scared. Being here, getting a blood test. It was making this all far too real. He was scared of what the results would be. He tried to smile at his sister.

"Don't worry, Hails. I'm fine." He told her, his voice cracking with emotion. "Everything's going to be okay."

After an hour, the Andersons were at the mall, trying to get their minds off of the events of that morning. Trying to be happy. Of course, Hailey was oblivious. She was skipping through the mall, pulling her brother and mom's hands going from store to store. They were seated at the food court when Mrs. Anderson's phone rang. She lifted it to her ear.

"Hello?... Yes, this is she... Okay, is everything alright?" She paused, before looking up at her son who was watching her intently, she tried to smile comfortingly, but failed before dropping eye contact. "We'll be right there. Thank you Daisy." She said. Blaine's stomach was in knots when she returned to look at him, fear in her eyes. "The results are ready, Dr. Dasilva wants to talk to all of us right away."