"When did you find out?" Kurt asked, breaking the silence on the drive back to school for third period, which they both happened to have together.

"Wha-? Oh, Friday morning," Blaine told him, toying with his jacket sleeve. "After I got off the computer with you, I kinda had a bit of a freak out and my mom came into my room. She said I had a fever and I just told her I was getting a cold and she flipped, she took me to the doctor after I ate almost nothing for breakfast. I had some blood tests and the results came back positive for ALL. It's my second relapse. The first being when I was 10." Blaine paused, looking up at Kurt when he rested a hand on Blaine's. Kurt's eyes were wide and full of something that Blaine couldn't place. It urged Blaine to go on.

"My parents took me out of school and told me to focus of getting better. I was out for two years and when I came back, my friends were two grades above me and in middle school while I was stuck in the fifth grade. It was around that time that I came out and they hated gays. I don't know, I guess it was the fact I went to a Catholic private school. When I finally got to high school with them, they were in grade eleven and they just kept giving me crap until they beat me up after some dance and I transferred to Dalton..." Blaine sighed, licking his lips before continuing.

"I didn't want to stop my life again for this. I couldn't just leave everything I have here in Ohio. I couldn't leave you, or Dalton, or my friends, or my job or school. I regretted not continuing my life the last time I fought this and I don't want to feel that way again if I win, 'cause it won't feel like winning. It'll still feel like the cancer won. And if I don't make it," Blaine broke off, voice cracking as tears fell. He cleared his throat before continuing, "If I don't make it, I would hate myself for not living my life out for the last whatever amount of time I have left. I would regret not making the most of my time here... My time with you." He stopped, shutting his eyes and laying his head on the window. A moment later, he felt Kurt's warm hand gripping his and giving it a kiss.

"You're strong. So much stronger than me and I hate seeing you like this. It's like you've already let the cancer win. It's like you're just ready to die. Please promise me you'll fight your hardest. Please, Blaine. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you when I only just found you." Blaine took a shaky breath, opening his eyes to see they were at Dalton already, he glanced at Kurt who had unshed tears. Blaine planted a sweet, chaste kiss on Kurt's cheek.

"I promise." Blaine told him.
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The two boyfriends walked into their Latin class, Blaine being in an advanced placement grade 10 class, Kurt being in the same seeing as he had never studied the language before. Their teacher, Ms. Wellington, smiled at them as they took their assigned seats in the third row, beside each other. Blaine stiffened when she walked up to him with a concerned smile and a familiar orange sheet of paper.

"Mrs. Cochrane sent this down." She told him gently, slipping the sheet on his binder, "She said she'd like to see you in her office. You're excused from the test, seeing as you already ace my class. But if you feel the need to still do it, you can come by at 6, I'll be here." Blaine nodded, taking the sheet.

"Okay Ms. Wellington." He told her weakly, she walked away as he read the sheet.

Name: Blaine Anderson
Faculty Member: Mrs. Cochrane
Room: G01
Building: Guidance Building
Time: Right away
Priority: High Medium Low

Blaine sighed, folding the paper before stuffing it into his blazer pocket, putting his books his bag as he walked out of the room, placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder as he passed, whispering good luck on his test. Blaine wrapped his scarf around his neck as he stepped out of the languages building and started walking towards the administrative buildings near the centre of campus. He quickly slipped into the guidance building and jogged over to his guidance counsellor's office on the first floor.

"Ah, Blaine! Hello, come on in!" She said warmly, inviting the Warbler in. Blaine smiled slightly at the 50-year-old woman, shutting the door behind me. She waited for him to sit on one of the chairs in her office before she spoke again. "So I got a call from your mother this morning." Blaine sighed, shutting his eyes. He knew where this was going.

The woman walked over to him, sitting in the chair beside his and grabbing his hands in hers, "Are you okay, sweetie? How are you coping?" He shrugged, opening his eyes.

"It's not like I haven't gone through this before." He mumbled, "I'm just glad I'm still in Ohio and at Dalton." Mrs. Cochrane nodded.

"I just wanted to tell you, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here, okay?" She assured him, patting his hand lightly. "I'll be sure to collect your work for the week following your chemo treatments and send it home with David Keyes until your mother comes, after that, I guess w-"

"No, don't send it with David," He interrupted. Mrs. Cochrane gave him a confused look, "send it with Kurt." He whispered, not meeting her eyes. The woman paused, calculating the teenager.

"Why Kurt?" She finally asked after a moment. Blaine sighed, lifting a hand to scratch his neck for a second.

"He's my boyfriend." Blaine told her, his voice light. She nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll send it with Kurt." She informed him with a small smile, "I'll also inform your teachers of your situation and when your chemo appointments are so they are aware. If you ever feel unwell and want to leave, just tell your teacher and they'll send someone with you to came to my office and you can wait here until someone comes to pick you up. Or if it's drastic, we'll send you to the student health building." She stopped, taking his orange slip and signing it with her signature and the time. "Good luck with everything, Blaine." She told him with a smile as he walked out of the office. He paused, smiling warily back at her.

"Thank you."
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Blaine had quietly slipped into his Latin class again, but his teacher told him to take the rest of the period off since he was excused from the test. He thanked her and quickly darted his eyes to where Kurt was sitting at his desk, his hand to his forehead and face crumpled in adorable confusion. He smiled slightly, "Can I just slip Kurt a note so he can read it after he finishes his test?" Ms. Wellington pursed her lips, thinking. Blaine gave her his trademark puppy eyes and she sighed, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.

"Do whatever you want, Blaine. I'm not paying attention." She told him, sitting back at her desk. He smiled and pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a short and sweet note on it before going to Kurt's desk and sticking it on his binder that was in the desk. Kurt looked up with confusion on his face.

"Blaine?" He whispered. The boy shushed him with a finger to his lips.

"Sh, just good luck on your test. You're going to ace it." He whispered before kissing his forehead and leaving. When Blaine got out of the building, he pulled his blazer closer to his body as the cold wind made him shiver. He had 45 minutes before his next class began. He quickly decided to run to the student area of the campus where the dorms were. That part of campus was like a small town for the boarders. There were 3 houses that were occupied at the moment, 2 others being shut down until next September for renovations, there was the library and cafe across from the main parking lot of the Dorms area. Also in the living area was the student after hours dining hall that served breakfast and dinner, and lunches on the weekends. Blaine quickly slipped into the library, finding a quiet corner in the reading section and sat on one of the comfortable arm chairs they had there. He shut his eyes and only opened them when he heard the three loud beeps over the PA, declaring that third period had just ended and fourth would start in 5 minutes. Blaine grunted, getting up to go to his next class.
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"Hey you," Kurt called, spotting Blaine exiting his class at the end of the day. They didn't have the same lunch period since they were in separate grades. Blaine turned and smiled as he saw Kurt jogging up to greet him. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and kissed his cheek softly before pulling away and just holding his hand.

"Hey Kurt, how was your day?" Blaine asked, holding Kurt's hand tightly as they exited the building and started the long walk to the Music building. Kurt smiled at his boyfriend, laying his head on his shoulder.

"It was great," He told him. "There was this guy who left a little note on my binder in Latin. I was doing a test though, so I didn't see who it was that put it there." Kurt pouted, extending his bottom lip out in a dramatic way. "It was so sweet. Too bad you hadn't been there, maybe you couldn't caught the culprit." Kurt teased. Blaine chuckled and playfully pushed Kurt's side with his hip.

"Hush you," He responded with a slight blush. Kurt looked up at him with a grin and kissed Blaine's small pout lightly.

"Seriously though, that note was really sweet, Blaine. Thank you." Kurt told him with sincerity in his voice. Blaine blushed some more.

"It's my job to be the cheesy, dapper boyfriend. You're the stubborn, sassy, intellectual one." He responded. Kurt scoffed.

"I'm smart? I'm not the one who's passing all my classes, which are all AP, by the way, with 95's." Kurt said. Blaine blushed even more, if it was possible. He hated when people brought up his IQ. Sure he was smart for someone in his grade, he was pretty smart for someone his own age even, but that didn't stop him from still being a sophomore.

"Shut up." Blaine mumbled halfheartedly. Kurt giggled and squeezed his hand.

"Fine, you can be the cheesy, dapper, sexy one. I'll just be the stubborn, sassy, dull one." Blaine hit him again with his hip and a small smile on his face. The couple giggled and joked their entire way to rehearsal.