So this is just a little thing I started a couple of days ago for fun...I'm enjoying writing it and will try to update it as often as possible! This is my first fic so it's not really great but hey, it passes the time. Tell me what you think!

Blaine didn't know when he had fallen for Kurt, but there was no doubt that somewhere, sometime, somehow, he had. They spend a lot of time together - they go for coffee, they study, they watch Disney movies and talk about anything and everything, but it's never anything more than just two friends having a good time with each other. And Blaine knows that's how it should be.

He knew he had feelings for Kurt, but knew he couldn't act on them. Kurt shouldn't love him, and Blaine won't let it happen.

In his opinion, he wasn't good enough for Kurt, who was always so well dressed and fabulous. Kurt who never put a toe out of line and did well at school. Who was perfect and didn't need to worry about a thing. Who didn't have to take various pills full of unknown substances just to make life somewhat bearable. There was a life for him, where he deserved to be happy with someone who would always be there for him.

Blaine couldn't be that person.

The doctors didn't know what was wrong with him, they didn't know how much time he had left or how bad it would get before it all ended. And his parents were insufferable. They fawned over him like he was some sort of sick puppy that couldn't help itself. Sure, it was great to have parents that cared about him, but they drove him crazy. He had to spend hours convincing them to let him go to Dalton, instead of being home-schooled. They didn't think he was ready, they thought he would find it too hard and the stress would only make his condition worse. The truth was they gave him more stress than anything at school ever did. On the holidays he was never allowed out of the house and spent the entire time in his room, reading books and writing songs. His parents tried to buy him things, thinking it would make the guilt go away, but he always made them return whatever gifts they bought. The truth was, they could only just afford to send him to Dalton and with all these things they bought for him, Blaine wondered how they managed to feed themselves. It was Blaine's problem that he was unwell, and he didn't want to be a burden on his parents.

And that was why Kurt can only ever be his friend. If Kurt knew what a disappointment he was, how much of a failure he was, he would surely hate him too, right?

So that night, while they were both sitting there watching The Little Mermaid in their dorm room, Blaine mentally scolded himself for rolling up his sleeves when Kurt noticed the marks on his hands and arms where the needles went in.

"How did you get those!" Kurt asked with obvious concern, turning his body to face him while continuing to stare at the tiny red dots.

"Oh, those little things? I don't know I think I must have some kind of…uh…heat rash or something…not sure," Blaine replied vaguely, rolling down his sleeves and crossing his arms.

Kurt raised one eyebrow and gave him a look before turning back to the screen in front of them. Blaine slowly let out a breath he didn't even realise he was holding and also returned to watching the movie, though he couldn't enjoy it anymore, he was too embarrassed that Kurt had seen his flaw, even if he hadn't realised exactly what it meant yet. And what had he been thinking? Heat rash? It was the beginning of spring for goodness sake! Who gets a heat rash at this time of year?

The next day, Blaine acted as if nothing had happened. He continued joking and laughing and he smiled so much his cheeks hurt. He did his work in class and ate his usual food at lunch but as soon as they were alone in their dorm room, he made an excuse to leave and didn't return till just before curfew. When he entered their room Kurt was on his bed reading and looked up at him with a smile expecting a hello, but instead Blaine just glanced away quickly and rushed to the bathroom. Kurt heard the shower start not long afterwards and decided Blaine was just stressed from all the studying he had done and needed the shower to relax. So he waited, and when Blaine finally emerged from the shower and walked out in his pyjamas, Kurt closed his book and walked over to his bed.

"So how was studying?" Kurt asked as he sat down on top of Blaine's doona.

"Alright. I mean, studying is never really much fun is it?" Blaine replied smoothly, fluffing his pillow before sitting down across from Kurt.

"Well, that's true," Kurt said simply.

"Yeah… Anyway what are you reading?" Blaine asked as he peered over Kurt's shoulder to try and get a look at the book that was lying on the other boy's bedside table.

"Oh, just some book we were given for English. It's really boring actually."

Blaine chuckled. "I know the kind."

Kurt was glad they were talking like this now. He was worried that earlier, when Blaine had arrived and not even acknowledged him, that something was up. But he had been mistaken; everything was just as it always had been.

If only he knew how wrong he was…