A/N: This is going to be a little bit different to what I've done before, but it'll still have some fluff in it. Just not in this short prologue. :)
Thanks for giving this story a chance. :)

I don't own Glee, or any characters that are recognisable.

Six Months

Prologue: Cancer

Kurt Hummel sat nervously in the squeaky clean office, his legs crossed at his knees and his eyes darting around in their sockets, taking in the posters that were stuck to the beige walls. The topics ranged from tuberculosis to obesity. He tapped his fingers against his thigh, his heart beating furiously in his chest and his breathing laboured. He was waiting for the doctor who would give him some life-changing news, but they were already ten minutes late. Kurt felt forgotten and alone. Didn't they care about him? Was he just another person who was being paranoid? He couldn't shake the feeling that something dreadfully wrong was going to happen.

The door opened suddenly, and Kurt jumped in his seat. He had been momentarily lost in his thoughts, but he pushed them to the back of his mind as he stood up, his hand held out to the man in front of him. "H-Hello," he stuttered, as the doctor looked up from the notes that were attached to a worn-out clipboard. Kurt couldn't help but think about how many other people were going through the same thing as him as he glanced at it.

"Good afternoon," the doctor replied, grasping Kurt's hand lightly. His patient glanced at the name tag, and read, 'Dr Moore'. "Take a seat," Dr Moore said, gesturing to the chair that Kurt had previously occupied.

Kurt nodded, sitting back down, his hands becoming clammy with sweat and his heart racing. Now was the time he had been waiting for. Did he...?

Dr Moore sat behind the mahogany desk, and continued reading his notes, his eyes combing through the information about the person in front of him. Once he had reached the bottom of the page, he flicked over onto the next.

Even though it was only minutes, the time passed seemed like hours to Kurt, who anxiously watched, until he couldn't take it anymore. "Doctor, please," he begged, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes, "just tell me."

An awkward silence followed after his unplanned outburst. The doctor looked up from his notes, his expression startled due to the boy's plea. Usually his patients preferred it when he let them down gently, but this one seemed desperate to know. He nodded gravely, placing his clipboard down on his desk and resting his clasped hands on top of it. "Mr Hummel," he began, his voice low, "I'm terribly sorry. You only have six months to live. It's cancer."

Kurt took a sharp intake of breath, the tears finally falling down his pale cheeks. Six months, he repeated in his head. His future had cruelly been taken from him in one sentence. His dreams, his goals - New York and Broadway; gone. All because of cancer.

A/N: The rest of the story will document Kurt's months, and there will hopefully be six instalments, and an epilogue.
Just so you know, this is a Klaine fanfic, and Kurt does know him already, but they are not in any romantic relationship, and Blaine hasn't been introduced to this story yet.
So, thank you for reading this. Please leave your thoughts in a review. Thank you. :)