On Kurt’s ninety-fifth birthday, they get the news. Blaine’s cancer is back and this time it’s terminal. Over twenty years ago he’d had battle with prostate cancer but that had been in remission for fifteen years now. Now it’s spread to his pancreas. He may have six months to live, or six days, there’s no way to really know.
Three months in Kurt can no longer handle Blaine’s care on his own. Aria and Hayden hire hospice to provide round the clock medical attention. They move Blaine into the guest bedroom, he sleeps in a hospital bed, with IV’s sprouting out of almost every one of his limbs. Leaving Kurt all by his lonesome. The first few nights Kurt struggles to sleep. He tosses and turns. Fidgets and flips. But never sleeps. The bed is too big. Too empty. Too wide. Too much bed without Blaine. WIthout Blaine’s warmth. Without Blaine’s stability. Without the safety Kurt feels by snuggling into his chest.
Eventually Kurt abandons any hope of sleeping in that room (as he begins to refer to it in his head.) That room is too cold. Too painful to be in. On the sixth night, after Blaine’s been moved into the guest bedroom, Kurt sneaks into his bedroom. He stands there a while just watching Blaine slep. He stands there for what must be hours, and around two in the morning, Blaine stirs. He looks up and sees Kurt watching him, “Hey,” his voice is weak, “How long have you been there?” Blaine’s voice is so weak and brittle, it makes Kurt start to cry, “Hey, hey, don’t cry honey, don’t cry.” Blaine reaches for Kurt’s hand, Kurt’s sobs, “Why not? Why not? There’s so much to cry about, so why not cry? I thought, I thought that I could do it, Blaine. But I can’t. I can’t stand the thought that I’m going to be without you. And I certainly can’t stand it sleeping by myself.” Kurt breaks down into a whole new round of sobs, and Blaine clutches Kurt’s hand tighter than he’s been able to in months, “Shhh...shh...shh....Honey, Kurt, look go drag the mattress in here and sleep in here.” Kurt nods, and wipes at the tears still streaming furiously down his cheeks.
Kurt goes into that room, drags the mattress off the bed frame and pulls it into the guest room. Blaine smiles at Kurt from his bed as he snuggles down onto the mattress. Blaine holds his hand down to Kurt and Kurt reaches up to take it. When hospice comes to check on them two hours later they find them asleep clutching each other.

They sleep like that each night