Prologue

An unpleasant scent of antiseptics and chemicals was irritating Sally's nose and she wished she could leave the stark-white waiting area and sit in a different place. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on but what she did know was that something bad was happening to her father. She could hardly remember him the way she wished she could. The memories were distant and hidden behind a thick fog but from what she was able to recall she remembered prickly beard and warm yet harsh hands.

Now most of her memories consisted of long hospital visits, pain in his hazel eyes and her mother crying silently when she thought the girl couldn't see her. But she could and it was hurting her that her mother wasn't happy. "How are you doing?" Her aunt asked from beside her keeping an iron hold on the girl's small hand.

"I'm scared." She replied honestly even though she didn't know what she was really afraid of. When she looked into her aunt's round eyes she discovered bright tears rolling slowly down her cheeks. Sally felt like she was supposed to be crying too but for some reason she wasn't and she felt bad about it, almost guilty.

"It's going to be alright." The older woman said with a smile but it looked like a mask from a theater that she had once been taken to by her grandmother. It seemed like the woman didn't believe her own words. From the look on her face Sally could easily tell that in fact it was not going to be alright.

Suddenly a slim figure started walking down the hallway towards them. The girl quickly recognized her mother and her face lit up but the happiness was short-lasted when she saw the devastated look on her face and tears falling down her flushed cheeks. When she was closer her shoulders started shaking violently and she brought a hand up to her mouth covering it as if it was the only thing preventing her from screaming.

"Tiffany." Her aunt said quietly.

"God…he's…he's gone." She managed to say out loud but her shoulders kept shaking. "What am I going to do now?" She said helplessly as her sister embraced her and let the woman cry into her shoulder.

"Shh, it's going to be okay." The woman said. "You have to be strong. Be strong for Sally."

"How?" She asked desperately. "She might have it too, you know? What am I going to do then?"

"She's going to be fine. You'll see."

Sally watched the two women embrace wondering what it all meant for her. Everything was going to change, that was given but she didn't know exactly just what consequences would follow.

Blaine couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat. He couldn't even bring himself to move. The heartbroken look on Kurt's face was still fresh in his mind and Blaine kept torturing himself with it knowing that it was what he deserved after how he had destroyed everything with his stupid delusions.

He knew that he would have to eventually stand up and face the world again but today was not the day. He preferred just lying in his bed with his eyes focused on the ceiling and trying to not think about anything at all.

Apparently his mother had other ideas as she softly knocked against the door pulling him out of his slumber. Without waiting for him to answer she pushed the door open and her gaze immediately landed on her son. "Blaine, honey. I know it's hard but eventually you will have to get up."

"Can you leave, please?" Blaine asked not wanting to face her or anyone else for that matter.

Pamela looked even more sad and deflated than before. There was something about the despair in her eyes that almost made Blaine scared. "We need to talk. It's important."

"It can wait." Blaine instantly replied.

"No." Pamela said sadly. "It actually can't."

At that Blaine eventually looked up at her. "What is it then?"

Only then when he took a closer look at his mother Blaine noticed just how heartbroken she really appeared. Her face was pale and her eyes were hollow. Knowing that it had to be something serious Blaine slowly sat up on his bed and ran his hand through his hair so that he didn't look like a complete disaster.

His mother slowly approached the bed and sat down beside her son. "I don't want to scare you without a reason but I'm pretty scared myself to be honest." She paused for a moment and Blaine noticed that her eyes were just a little too bright. "This is serious."

"Just tell me what it is. I'm freaking out here." Blaine had no idea what it could be about. but he could sense that whatever it was it could change his life forever.

Pamela reached out and covered Blaine's hands with her own. The boy shivered under her touch growing more and more petrified with each passing moment. His body felt heavy and he had trouble breathing normally. "The adoption agency called yesterday." Blaine almost gasped, beyond shocked. There was no reason for the agency to call them. "They told me that your biological mother had shown up."

"Oh," Was all that Blaine let out. He didn't know what to think of it and there was a mess in his mind. It felt like he would get a headache soon. "What does she want from me?" He asked, angry at the woman for showing up now that he didn't need her at all. His life was complicated enough as it was.

Pamela opened her mouth and closed a few times and Blaine noticed a tear escape her eyes. "She doesn't want to see you, if that's what you're asking about." Blaine raised his eyebrows prompting his mother to continue and end this waiting game already. "She told the agency that she was a carrier of a specific gene."

Blaine was silent for a moment taking it all in. "What gene?" He finally asked feeling his voice shake a little. It had to be bad if his mother was this upset over it.

Pamela looked away, obviously not being able to face her son. "It's a gene that carries the Huntington Disease." Her voice was soft and almost apologetic. "I wanted to wait with telling you until you get better but then I realized that the sooner we check you the better."

Blaine wasn't listening anymore. He wasn't oblivious. He knew the basics of the disease and what it could do with a person.

And he knew what it would eventually lead to.

The blood in Blaine's vines seemed ice cold and his body started shivering slightly. He felt dizzy and lightheaded but the weight of this revelation hadn't disappeared. "You don't have to be sick, Blaine." His mother said in reassurance but it didn't manage to help with anything. "You might be just a carrier or for all we know you might be completely fine." She paused for a moment but Blaine wasn't looking at her so she grabbed his chin and made him look at her. "You are going to be fine, Blaine. We just have to check it, okay?"

Blaine didn't answer. He just kept staring blankly straight ahead feeling everything around him slowly fade away into nothing. He could feel that his mother was hugging him but his body was heavy and he couldn't bring himself to do anything apart from silently crying into her shoulder.

A/N: So this is my new story idea. I am really exciting about writing it. Well, you all probably can assume what the Huntington Disease eventually leads to but it won't be included in this story so I hope it won't drive anyone away. Of course my descriptions of the disease might be inaccurate, so please forgive me for that. I'm not a medical expert but I will do my best. And for this story to work Blaine was adopted as a baby.