�"I'm home!" Kurt called, taking off his jacket and hanging it in the closet. When no one answered him he frowned, it was far too quiet in the home. He couldn't even hear the sound of the television playing, or Carole making dinner. "Hello? Anybody home? All the cars are in the driveway." Kurt called out, pulling off his shoes before walking into the hall cautiously.

�"Oh, Kurt, can you come in here please, I'd like to talk with you." His father responded, opening the door that led to the garage. Kurt nodded, following him into the garage in his sock feet. Burt motioned for him to sit on one of the empty chairs that were in there.�

�"What's up dad?" Kurt asked as they both sat down. Burt sighed and took off his hat, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

�"I've been gravelling with how to bring this up all day. I convinced Carole to take Finn to the plaza a couple blocks over to get dinner and have some mother-son bonding time so no one will interrupt or overhear-"

�"Dad what is this about?" Kurt asked, getting impatient and kind of nervous.�

�"I overhead you and Blaine talking last night-" Kurt`s jaw dropped in shock before he cut off his father.

�"Oh my God! Dad! You eavesdropped on me and my boyfriend?!" Kurt shrieked, standing up with wide eyes. No, this was just a bad dream, Burt couldn't have heard them on Skype the prior night.

�"Kurt, calm down. I didn't mean to. I was coming to say goodnight and I heard you talking, I didn't want to interrupt so I was waiting for you to finish and couldn't help but overhear what the conversation was about. I'm sorry I invaded your privacy, but I'm worried about you Kurt, and Blaine for the matter, too." Kurt scoffed, rolling his eyes and he crossed his arms across his chest.

�"You don't have to worry about us, dad, we're working it out." Kurt assured him.

�"You shouldn't have to work it out, Kurt!" Burt yelled, "Your boyfriend has cancer. You shouldn't have to go through this alone, kid! I've been there before, remember?" Kurt swallowed, tears filling his eyes as he adverted his eyes, looking anymore but where his father was standing.

�"You think I don't know that, dad?" Kurt asked in a whisper. "My boyfriend is dying. I finally find someone who likes me in that way and this happens." Kurt bit his trembling lip, telling himself he will not cry anymore over this, not right now, not in front of his father. "And you think I don't remember that dad? Trust me, I remember everything about that time. I remember going and visiting mom in the hospital when she got out of surgery. You two sitting me down and telling me that she was sick. Going to her chemo treatments. You sitting me down and telling me things weren't working out. Grandma telling me that mommy was gonna be sleeping for a very long time because you were too ruined about mom dying to tell me yourself. I remember dad. I don't think anybody would be able to forget their mother dying." Kurt said in a hard, trembling voice. He felt a tear wet his cheek and groaned, throwing his arms in the air and he wiped his face clean.

�"Kurt," Burt hesitantly said after a moment. "I just wanted to tell you that you don't have to hide this from me. I can help you, both of you. I can't imagine how scared that kid must be, getting cancer at his age." Burt sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Why isn't he back home with his family? Don't they live in Oregon?"�

�"They do, Blaine asked to do treatment here." Kurt mumbled, feeling emotionally worn out. "It's a relapse. A second relapse. His parents were going to keep him in Oregon until after he was back in remission, but he asked them not to. He wanted to fight it out here, surrounded by his friends." Kurt told his father, sounding tired. Burt inhaled sharply. Relapse. Blaine had been through this before. "You can't tell anyone though, dad." Kurt said quickly after a silence. Burt's head shot up, Kurt was staring at him with a hard expression. "You found out by accident. Blaine doesn't want anyone to know just yet. He's scared and telling people would make it more real. I promised him I would respect his wishes and wait for him to be ready. He wants to be the one to tell everyone that he's sick."�

�"Fine. I won't tell Carole. But he has to tell people soon. Tell him I'm thinking about him, alright? Bring him around for dinner sometime soon, I'm sure Carole would love to see him again soon. God knows she loves that boy." Burt said before walking over to the radio in the far corner, turning it on before going to the small engine that was in middle of the garage. "They should be back in about 20 minutes, I'll call you when it's time to eat, you can go do as you wish until then." Burt told his son. Kurt had never been more grateful for his father than in that moment.

�The following day, Blaine spent every minute he possibly could with Kurt at his side. Kurt's hand was securely held in his during all of their Latin period, though they didn't talk because the teacher was handing out the outline for their oral exam. When the bell rang, they parted with a kiss and only reunited once more at the end of the day by Kurt's car. They stood facing each other, hands between their bodies in a tight grip, just looking into each other's eyes with soft smiles.

�"My dad knows, Blaine." Kurt whispered after a moment of quiet between them. Blaine frowned.�

�"What exactly does he know?" Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow. You promised you wouldn't tell. You promised, Kurt.�

�"He overheard our conversation the other night over Skype. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for him to find out. But it's better this way, he told me he'd call Headmaster Nichols and tell him that whenever you have an appointment, I'll be with you and that I'm excused from my classes on those days. He promised not to tell Finn or Carole, so you don't have to worry. I promise." Kurt told him with a squeeze of his hands. Blaine bit his lip, looking around the parking lot, thinking about what to say in�response. He was relieved that Burt would do that for him, allowing his son to miss school so that he wouldn't be alone during treatment.�

�"I, uh, okay. That's good. So you're coming on Thursday then?" Blaine asked in a small voice, bring his eyes back to look at Kurt. Kurt nodded with a small smile.

�"Mhm, I'll be right beside you. I won't leave you alone." Kurt assured him. "Oh, by the way, dad wanted me to invite you over for dinner sometime soon. But only if you're feeling up to it. I've done some research on ALL and chemotherapy treatments and it all says you'll be really nauseous and feeling sick for about a week after your treatments." Blaine nodded, just a small motion of his head.

�"Yeah," He responded in a small voice. "Yeah, I get pretty bad after chemo. The first one's always the worst though." He said, mentally shuddering as he remembered the last time. Those days spent after treatment, basically living in the bathroom with the over heated skin of his face and neck laying on the cold�porcelain of the toilet. Kurt bit his lip, watching as his boyfriend was obviously reliving past memories.

�"Just text me when you're up to it and I'll tell Carole to make extra that night." Kurt told him with an easy smile before leaning in and giving Blaine a quick kiss, waking Blaine out of his reverie. "I gotta go, Carole's working afternoon shift so I have to make dinner and I need to stop by the store to stock up on food." Blaine pouted at him.

�"Alright, I'll just stop by the cafe and get a snack before I go to fencing. Text me when you get home?" Kurt nodded in response, a smile on his face. Blaine smiled back. "Drive safely. I'll talk to you tonight after practice. Coffee's on me tomorrow." Blaine told him, finishing his statement with a quick kiss so Kurt couldn't protest. Kurt frowned, opening his mouth to speak as Blaine opened his car door and forced him inside before closing the door. Kurt quickly opened his window and once it was fully opened, Blaine leaned inside of it with a small smile. "No arguing, you're coming with me to the hospital tomorrow, I owe you the coffee."

�"But you got the coffee today." Kurt whined. Blaine chuckled, his boyfriend was so adorable when he pouted. "Blaine, I'm serious. Tomorrow's my day to get the coffee. If you bring coffee tomorrow morning, you will never taste my lips again." Kurt told him, a serious look on his face. Blaine gave him a blank stare.

�"Please tell me you're joking. You're joking right? You cannot take away your kisses!" Blaine protested. Kurt giggled.

�"Try me, Anderson. Bring coffee tomorrow morning and you'll see just how serious I am. These lips will no longer attach to yours, ever. You will be deprived, I promise you." Blaine groaned, dropping his head against the door frame.

�"I hate you." He groaned. Kurt giggled, bringing his hand up to Blaine's cheek, making his boyfriend open his hazel eyes and look at him.

�"No, you really don't." He told him with a teasing smile. Blaine gave him a fake exasperated sigh.

�"You're right." He sighed. "Drive safely, and text me when you get to Lima, don't forget." He leaned in to kiss Kurt's forehead softly. Kurt smiled widely at him.

�"Like I'd forget to text you. I'll see you tomorrow." Blaine leaned away from the car as Kurt waved a goodbye before driving off. Blaine stood there for a moment before going to get a small dinner before his fencing practice.

�Like promised, Kurt sent Blaine a quick text when he arrived at his house in Lima at 7 that night. Most days Kurt wished his family had enough money to pay for him to board at Dalton, of course the two hour drive both ways was worth it because he got to see his family everyday and not just on the weekends, but it was frustrating having to wake up super early to leave for school and getting home so late, seeing as classes ended at 5 everyday. It made him feel grateful that he had been able to arrange his schedule for the next semester so his last period was a spare.�

�"Hey man, thank God you're home. I'm so hungry!" Finn said with his mouth full of�Doritos�when Kurt entered the kitchen. Kurt narrowed his eyes at the large bag of chips on the counter in front of his step-brother.

�"Finn," Kurt warned as he dropped the bag full of chicken he bought at the local grocery store on the counter by the sink. "Don't fill your stomach with junk, dinner will be ready soon."�

�"What are you making?" Finn asked, his mouth full once again with chips. Kurt rolled his eyes as he put the chicken in a bowl in the sink to wash it before cooking.

�"If you must know, I'm making�Avocado, Beet and Chicken toastadas. We made them in my foods class the other day. They're healthy and extremely delicious, you'll like it." Kurt informed him as he moved around the kitchen, getting the�ingredients�out that he needed.

�"You just said healthy, I doubt they're delicious too. I'll be in my room, call me when it's done." Finn told him before walking off. Kurt rolled his eyes before getting to work on making the food.�

�When he was putting the final touches on dinner, the front door opened. "I'm home!" His father's voice called. Kurt responded with a hello as he continued. His father found his way to the kitchen. "Smells good, kid. What ch'ya making?" He asked, reaching out pick out some of food. Kurt swatted his hand away.

�"Don't you dare. It's almost done, you can wait 2 minutes." He hissed. Burt lifted his hands, stepping backwards away from his son.�

�"Sorry. I'm gonna change before dinner." Kurt rolled his eyes, not bothering to answer as he continued with the rest of the meal. He was just putting the last of the meal on the table when his father came back down, fully showered and in a clean pair of jeans and a plaid shirt. "You talk to Blaine?" He asked his son. Kurt sighed, sitting at the table.

�"Yeah, I did." Kurt said, "He starts chemo in the next couple of days, so he isn't going to be feeling up to dinner anytime soon. But he told me that he would say when he was feeling up to it, and he'd love to come. Now go get Finn, will ya?" Burt put up his hands in surrender, slowly backing out of the kitchen.

�"Alright. I can tell when I'm too close for comfort." Burt told his son. Kurt was so grateful for his father right then, that he understood how hard it was for Kurt to go through this. "Carole should be home soon, set another place at the table for her." Kurt nodded, walking back into the kitchen to get another setting for his step-mother.

�Blaine texted Kurt when he got out of practice, just a quick 'Hi, practice just finished. I'll call when I get home'. He stopped at the pizza place on the way to David's house and picked up a small pizza and�milkshake. When he arrived at the Keyes home, he sat down on his bed, pizza box open on his mattress between his legs. He held his phone in his hand and dialed his boyfriend's number as he put a slice of pizza in his mouth.

�"Blaine?" Kurt breathed out after three rings, "Hi. How are you?" Blaine instantly smiled at the sound of his boyfriend's voice.

�"Hey, I'm great, even more so now that I'm talking to you." He told Kurt, taking a sip of his drink. Kurt chuckled on the other side of the phone.�

�"You're such a�cheese ball, B." Kurt responded, Blaine could just hear the smile in his voice.�

�"That's what I'm here for!" Blaine answered with a toothy grin. Kurt sat up more comfortably against his headboard before speaking again.

�"Well, did you want to talk about something specific or-"�

�"Um, no I actually just wanted to hear your voice before I went to bed. I'm pretty tired after the long day I had." Blaine told him. Kurt bit his lip, nodding even though he knew Blaine couldn't see him. He wouldn't deny the small tang of�disappointment�he felt when Blaine told him that.�

�"That's understandable," Kurt sighed, "Remember to eat before you go to sleep, you're not allowed to eat after 11 tonight and I don't want you passing out in class tomorrow morning."�

�"I'm eating right now." Blaine promised, "I promise I will stuff my body full of food before I fall asleep tonight, just to make you happy." Blaine teased. Kurt scoffed on the other line.

�"It better all be healthy food, Blaine Anderson." Kurt warned. "I'm gonna let you go so you can finish eating and get to sleep quicker. I can tell by your voice that you're exhausted. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

�"Yeah, sounds great. See you tomorrow, Kurt. Goodnight." Blaine responded, lifting another piece of pizza to his mouth.

"Sweet dreams, B."