"It's been like, 3 months, Cam." He reminded him with a chuckle, letting the older boy out of the hug. Cameron laughed and rolled his eyes in response.

"Cameron, quit harassing the poor kid." Mrs. Keyes said to her eldest son sternly. She turned to Blaine with her naturally caring, motherly gaze, "Hi sweetie, as much as I wish it wasn't under these circumstances, it's nice to see you again." Blaine smiled at the woman who had quickly became like a second mom to him since his transfer to Dalton the prior year. She enveloped him in a tight embrace in which he sighed and let himself relax into before letting go.

"Same to you, Mrs. Keyes. Thank you for allowing me to stay at your house for the time being. My parents told me to give you this," He told her, handing her a wrapped present. She gave him a confused look, taking the gift anyway, "It's a thank you present." He explained, "They also told me to give you our home phone number and my dad's work number. My mom's a designer so she works from home. They said to call them whenever you need to." He told the woman. She smiled at the boy

"This is very generous, Blaine. Of course we'll call them if anything happens. Let's just get you home now so you can rest. I bet that trip was tiring for you." She said, and with that they all went out to the Keyes car, Blaine's lone bag in the trunk before they went to Dalton so he, David and Cameron could pack up his dorm.

Blaine only had his uniform, some pajamas, a gym bag that held his gym clothes, soccer, lacrosse, rugby and fencing uniform, a couple of jeans, some shirts and sweaters, an alarm clock, some DVD's and CD's and a stereo/iPod dock in his room. He had taken his school bag and books to Oregon with him and they were already in the car. He filled a satchel he had in his closet with his toiletries and threw on a scarf and navy blue beanie before he said goodbye to his dorm room.

Two hours after arriving in Ohio, Blaine was settled in at the Keyes' residence's basement. David's parents had informed him that the basement was under his control and he could do as he pleased. It was an apartment they usually rented out, luckily when Blaine asked for a place to stay, they were between tenants so he could live there. They gave him a key to the door that lead from the basement to the backyard and then let him move his stuff in.

He had a bedroom with gray walls, a large closet and a dresser and desk in it. He dropped his guitar in a free corner. There was a living room outside the bedroom and a small kitchenette with a round table and four chairs around it. There was a bathroom linked to the living room and a storage closet beside the stairs that lead to the main floor. Blaine unpacked his clothes and hygene products before lying down on his new bed with his phone in his hand, fingers playing with the keys as he contemplated whether or not to open a new blank text. He would have to tell Kurt soon. He was starting chemo that Thursday, Kurt would notice when he didn't show up to school for a week and when he did return, him having pale, weak stance and slight cold. But he didn't want to tell him over the phone, that would be cruel to Kurt, no matter how much easier it would make it on Blaine. The sighed as he clicked Kurt's name, thumb about to press the call button.

"Blaine" David said, knocking on the open door. Blaine jumped out of his stupor. "Dinner's ready if you're hungry. Wes is over, too." Blaine nodded and mumbled that he'd be up in a few minutes, he just had to text his mom. David left after Blaine ensured he would came up to dinner. Blaine mentally thanked the other boy as he texted his mom. He would have called Kurt and told him right then and there if he hadn't interrupted and really, that wouldn't have been the best idea.

Dinner passed with both David and Wes trying to get their best friend out of his funk. Blaine laughed halfheartedly at their jokes and finally, close to the end of dinner, asked them to stop trying to make him feel better. "I'm just not in the mood to be happy when I still have to tell people about... this." He couldn't even say the word, couldn't say that he had cancer. How was he supposed to tell Kurt that he might die when he couldn't even think the words in his mind, let alone speak them out loud. Luckily, his friends didn't fight him on it and they stopped trying to cheer him up.

As soon as he was given the okay, Blaine jogged back down to the basement and watched TV until he fell asleep on the couch. The following day was Monday and school was starting again. Blaine had another sleepless night, waking up an hour after he fell asleep to turn off the television and drag his feet to his bedroom before tossing and turning for several more hours until his alarm went off at 6. Somewhere along the way of trying (and failing) to fall asleep, he had pulled his laptop on to his bed and started working on editing a song on it for his sound production class.

He finished getting ready in 15 minutes as usual, giving him time to lounge around in the living room of the apartment and watching morning cartoons while drinking his morning coffee and a bowl of cereal that had been in the cupboard of his kitchen. He hastely threw his winter jacket on over his blazer and scarf before filling his reusable water bottle with fresh ice water and heading upstairs with his school bag. David smiled at him as he entered the kitchen, dropping his bay on the floor.

"Morning, Blaine." He said, stuffing his mouth full of eggs. Blaine waved at his friend softly before standing awkwardly in the doorway

"Hey David. When are we leaving for school?" He asked his friend shyly as David drank the rest of his milk, wiping his mouth on his school cardigan's sleeve.

"Well, if we want to get there so you can keep up appearances and be at breakfast we should leave now. Or we can wait 10 minutes and get there right before morning announcements at 7:30." David informed him, leaving the option up to him. Blaine shrugged.

"I kinda wanna talk to Kurt before classes start, so can we go now?" Blaine asked timidly. David nodded, standing from his chair. He clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder before going to brush his teeth and grab his bag.
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They arrived at school just behind Kurt's navigator. Blaine saw Kurt park in his usual spot beside the dorm that used to be Blaine's and get out after a moment heading to the dorm's front entrance to no doubt go get Blaine for breakfast. Blaine jumped out of the car and ran to Kurt, hugging him from behind, he felt Kurt jump in surprise and go rigid when he didn't let go.

"Morning Kurt," Blaine mumbled into his neck, kissing the younger boy's neck. Kurt turned to face Blaine with a confused expression.

"Blaine? Why aren't you in your dorm?" He asked, twining a hand in Blaine's scarf. Blaine sighed, allowing Kurt to use his hold on it to pull him closer.

"I have to talk to you, Kurt. About something important that I should've told you when we started dating, but I didn't." Kurt gave him an even more confused expression, which was now mixed him concern for the nervousness that Blaine had been omitting. Kurt moved closer, a gentle hand carressing Blaine's cheek in a loving gesture.

"You can tell me anything, B. You know that, right?" Blaine nodded and grabbed Kurt's hand in his, kissing his palm before intertwining their fingers together.

"I do," He responded, kissing Kurt's wrist reassuringly before dropping their hands between their bodies. "This is just, a hard thing to tell someone." Blaine laughed dryly, reaching his free hand behind his head to scratch at his neck. He looked around uncomfortably before he spoke again. "Can we go somewhere private?" He asked, sounding almost like a child with the way he sounded so vulnerable and scared

"Sure," Kurt told him, squeezing his hand in reassurance, "Is your dorm available?" He asked, motioning to the building behind them. Blaine shook his head, biting his lip.

"I don't live there anymore, I moved out yesterday." Kurt got even more confused, furrowing his brow. Blaine kissed his cheek. "It'll all make sense once I tell you what I have to tell you." Kurt nodded as Blaine pulled him back to his car and they sat in the back seat, just holding eachother.

"What is it, B?" Kurt mumbled, playing with Blaine's jacket. Blaine took a deep breath, snuggling into Kurt's body.

"You're my best friend, Kurt" He mumbled into his chest, "Please, never forget that. Ever. I don't know what I would do without you." He said, he snuggled closer, kissing his boyfriend's blazer clad chest. "I just... If something bad happens to me, I need you to know that I care about you and don't want to see you sad or hurt. And if I'm not around to make you happy anymore, I need you to find someone else who will make you as happy as you are right now. Please promise me you'll do that if it comes down to that." Kurt lifted Blaine chin so he was look into his hazel eyes that were now full of tears and an emotion that could only be pain and suffering.

"Blaine, you're scaring me. Why are you talking like you're about to die?" Blaine sobbed, gripping Kurt's blazer and dropping his hand to his boyfriend's shoulder. "Blaine?" Kurt said when Blaine didn't continue, "Blaine, what is it? What do you have to tell me? Are you sick?" Blaine shook his head, crying a bit more, biting down on his lip.

"I-" A sob wrecked his body when he glanced at Kurt's face and he couldn't continue. Kurt rubbed small circles into his back, trying to comfort the crying boy in his arms by cooing at him gently and humming random nonsense of notes that sounded pretty together.

"You can tell me." Kurt mumbled after a moment when Blaine had calmed a bit, kissing his temple in an attempt to calm him some more. Blaine sniffled before sucking in a deep breath, and finally, he spoke.

"When I was two, I started losing a lot of weight, getting really tired, and not eating. I would get tons of bruises and cuts that no one knew how I got, my bones and joints were hurting so badly, I got to the point I would cry my eyes out because of it, my skin was blotched with red and white spots, I always had a fever and I was anemic." Blaine stopped for a moment, collecting his breath before continuing as Kurt rubbed his back and hummed on, letting him know it was okay to continue.

"My parents got scared, they didn't know what was going on and they took me to the hospital. I had to stay there for about 2 weeks and after they had my fever down and I was somewhat stable, they were about to release me when they got the results for my blood tests back. I had way too many white blood cells and not enough red ones and there was something extremely abnormal about my bone marrow. So they did more tests and they found out I had ALL Leukemia." Blaine took another shaky breath before snuggling his face into Kurt's neck, sneaking out the warmth of his boyfriend's skin.

"L-leukemia?" Kurt sputtered out, leaning back a bit to try and look at Blaine's face. All that cause was Blaine to lean in more and strengthen his hold on Kurt's waist. "Y-you... Leukemia?" He repeated, he shook his head. "Oh my God," He whispered, clutching at his boyfriend harder. He hadn't realized how lucky he was to have this boy in his arms right now. He could have been gone. Not alive right now. He could never have met this incredibly talented man. "I-I'm so glad I met you, Blaine. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He said, kissing Blaine's gelled hair. "I will never take you for granted ever again." He mumbled, squeezing Blaine.

"Kurt, I can't breath." Blaine mumbled, chuckling softly. Kurt lightened his grip on the older boy a bit.

"Sorry." Kurt said, blushing. "I just... I might never have met you. You could have... have... before I met you and I would never have been able to hug you, or go out for coffee with you, or sing with you, or kiss you, or hold you in my arms and just be with you. I can't imagine my life without you, even so early in our relationship." Kurt said, tears falling from his eyes. Blaine shut his eyes, laying his head weakly on Kurt's shoulder.

"I'm relapsing, Kurt." He said in a broken whisper. Kurt hugged his boyfriend tighter into his chest, laying his chin on his head. Letting a silent sob fall from his lips and he tried to stay strong for the beautiful boy who was falling apart in his arms. He felt a sob wreck the smaller boy's frame and his hands gripped Kurt's blazer.

"Sh, it's gonna be okay." Kurt whispered, reassuringly. He rubbed circles into Blaine's back as he tried to hold back his own tears, "I'm here. We'll get through this, Blaine. You have to."