Blaine laid in the hospital bed, looking terrified.

"Baby, what if-"

"No. Don't. I don't want to talk about losing you," Kurt cut him off. The doctor entered the room, smiling cheerfully at them.

"We have the results back, and they're very promising," he said. "The cancer is still in its first stage, and hasn't spread, so we should be able to get rid of it with rigorous chemotherapy and radiation treatments."

"Oh, thank god," Kurt whispered, running a hand through his hair. 

"So, I won't die?"

"No. We should be able to kill all the cancerous cells," the doctor assured him, smiling. Blaine pulled Kurt into a tight hug, burying his face in his shoulder.

"Oh my god," he whispered. "I thought I was going to leave you, and Elizabeth, and the twins alone..." he sniffled softly, tears soaking Kurt's tee shirt. Kurt held him tight, kissing his temple. "I thought I was going to leave you..."

"You're not going to, baby, not for a long time. Not if I can help it."

Blaine started chemo, and the effect was immediate. He spent the entire day after his first treatment emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet. Kurt stayed right beside him the whole time, brushing his hair back and whispering sweet nothings to him. Elizabeth basically was a servant for them, bringing crackers and dry toast and water and anything that might help. Eventually Blaine had stopped vomiting and Kurt had picked him up and carried him into their room, tucking him into bed.

"Do you need anything else, mommy?" Elizabeth asked softly.

"No, sweetie," Blaine answered in a rough whisper.

"Ok. I love you," she said softly before moving over to kiss his forehead. He'd soon fallen asleep, Kurt sitting beside him on the bed and running his fingers through the curls he knew he'd miss so, so much.

A few weeks passed before Kurt noticed his hair falling out. He'd been running his fingers through his hair while he slept. He let a few tears fall when a clump of the curls came out in his hand, then stopped touching Blaine's hair and instead wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in his shoulder and beginning to cry softly, trying not to wake him up. His efforts were in vain, however, because Blaine stirred.

"Kurt? Baby, what's wrong?" Blaine asked groggily, wrapping his arms around him.

"I-I... your hair..." Kurt whimpered, holding up the clump of curls. Blaine's eyes widened and he reached up to brush his fingers over the now bald patch of his scalp. He sighed softly, then carefully got out of the bed and walked shakily to the bathroom, digging through the drawers until he found the electric hair clippers. He plugged them in and turned them on.

"Blaine, what- No. No, no, no," Kurt said, trying to grab them while he pressed a hand to his mouth to stifle the sobs that had began to bubble up from his chest.

"Kurt, stop. I'd rather just do this now than watch you hurt over each time you accidentally pull out my hair," Blaine snapped, shaving a line down the center of his head. Kurt watched in horror as the beautiful ebony curls were slowly cut away and fell into the sink.

"B-Blaine..." he whispered when Blaine had finished, eyes filled with tears. Blaine stared at his reflection in the mirror, his face an emotionless mask that he hadn't had to use since he'd moved out of his father's house. "Blaine, you missed a little," Kurt whispered, gently taking the clippers and shaving off the little tufts Blaine had missed. The entire time, he stared into the mirror, the only indication of his current emotions being the tears steadily trickling down his face. Kurt sat down the clippers and pulled Blaine into his arms, resting his head on the shorter man's shoulder, his own tears falling.

"Oh... my god." They heard Elizabeth's shocked whisper and turned to find her staring at Blaine's head. "Mommy, what... why did you do that?" she whispered, horror in her eyes as she walked over and gently touched his scalp before bursting into tears, wrapping her arms tight around him. Blaine wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest and whispering sweet nothings to her in Italian. Kurt wrapped his arms around them both, still crying silently.

A few months passed, and the Hummel-Andersons met with Finn and Rachel to tell them a few things.

"Finn, Rachel, if the chemo doesn't work, I want you guys to help Kurt as much as you can with the twins and Elizabeth, ok?" Blaine asked shakily, trying not to cry in front of them. Rachel nodded, tears running down her face.

"Of course we will, Blaine," she said. Kurt looked away, all but ignoring the conversation at hand. Blaine gently pulled Kurt to him, kissing his forehead, and he started to cry, clutching at him.

"I don't want to lose you, Blaine!" he whispered.

"I know, baby, I don't want to leave you," Blaine murmured in his ear, trying not to start sobbing like he wanted to so badly.

"Has the chemo been working?" Rachel asked. Blaine bit his lip before shaking his head.

"No, and I've been going every other week," he whispered. Rachel let out a sob, turning to bury her face in Finn's shoulder. Finn stared at them, eyes full of agony.

"We promise we'll take care of them," he said.

"T-thanks, Finn," Blaine whispered, pulling Kurt closer as he started crying harder. Eventually, Elizabeth came over to them and sat down, resting her head on Blaine's shoulder. Kurt had stopped crying and was just leaning against Blaine, unable to hold himself up. Rachel and Finn had left.

"Well, this is depressing," she said, making her fathers chuckle a bit.

"Yeah, it is. We're basically digging my grave with all this. There's no reason I won't end up surviving this," Blaine said softly. Elizabeth smiled.

"Of course you'll survive. You're the strongest guy I know," she said softly.