Plot: Kurt just want's someone to read the letter.
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Kurt snatched an envelope adressed to him off of the top of the mail pile laying on the counter.
"Expecting something, Kurt?" Carole raised an eyebrow.
"Sorta." Kurt flashed her a half smile then ran upstairs to his room. He flopped down on his bed and just stared at the envelope. What was in there could change his life. He finally decided that he was being silly and ripped the envelope open. He barely skimmed the letter before quickly folding it back up and stuffing it back into the torn up envelope.
He wondered what the appropiate response to the news in the letter was. After pondering all of his options, he settled on going to tell his boyfriend.
And that was his first bad idea that day.
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Kurt's hands were shaking as he slowly walked up the stairs to Blaine's front porch. He was starting to wonder if he was making the right choice; if Blaine was the right person to go to. Maybe he should turn back now and go tell Rachel or his father. He immediately decided that he wouldn't tell his dad.
Kurt thought it was too late now anyways. Blaine had probably seen him through the window and it would be weird if he just left. Blaine might have seen him, too. Well, if he wasn't too busy making out with Sebastion just inside. Kurt knew what had happened the second that Blaine opened the door with a sheepish smile and touseled hair. Sebastion was laying on the couch still and sneered at Kurt.
The letter in Kurt's hand was half-extended towards Blaine, but Kurt had froze as he realized that he was being cheated on.
"What's-" Blaine reached for the envelope, but Kurt pulled it back quickly.
"Blaine," Kurt's voice cracked and his lower lip quivered, "how could you..." He shook his head and just turned to walk away.
"Kurt, wait!" Kurt ignored Blaine and ran for his car.
Blaine was the wrong person to tell.
xXx
The kids in glee had been his second choice. Lucky for him, Blaine hadn't shown up to their emergency meeting in the choir room that morning. Unfortunately, however, the glee kids were having World War III when Kurt walked in with the letter.
"How could you say that about Nicki Manaj?" Mercedes gasped.
"I just said she wasn't a good role model." Rachel put her hands up in a 'woah there' gesture.
"You're not a good role model either, Hobbit, but we're not trashing you!" Santana growled.
The Nicki Manaj battle wasn't the only one going on at that time either.
"Skyrim is a billion times better than Halo!" Finn was saying to Mike.
"Woah," Artie jumped in, "Don't go telling lies like that."
Puck shook his head, "No way man, Skyrim is the bomb. Halo is only fun on live."
Over in another corner, Brittany was yelling at her shoe, "I told you not to tell him, Jimmy!" Then she answered her own yell in a high pitched voice, "Jimmy isn't her right now!"
Kurt worried for Brittany's mental health for a couple seconds then remembered the letter in his hand.
"Hey!" Kurt tried to get everyone's attention, but no one seemed to hear him. After a couple minutes he finally built up enough frustration to stomp his foot and yell at the top of his lungs, "Okay, Nicki Manaj is a horrible role model, Halo is nothing compared to Skyrim, and, Brittany, you told me just last week that your shoe's name was Jeff."
Everyone went silent as he raised his voice and just stared at him.
"That's why he said that Jimmy wasn't here right now." Brittany explained softly.
"Jeeze, Kurt." Puck smirked, "You didn't have to yell at us."
"You wouldn't shut up." Kurt crossed his arms.
"Well we all have conversations going on," Santana said matter-of-factly. "just because we choose not to include you doesn't mean you have to insert yourself into them. Take a hint."
"Santana!" Rachel scolded quietly, then looked anxiously behind Kurt. "Where's Blaine? I wanted to propose a duet."
"He's not coming," Kurt felt his chest tighten at the metion of his soon to be ex-boyfriend. They would break up as soon at Kurt could stand near him without a powerful urge to pry his eyes out with a rusty spoon. "I wanted to talk to you guys about something."
The last part seemed to be completely tuned out as Finn piped up, "And we were going to play football later, I need him for even numbers."
Santana added in, "And I finally built up the courage to touch that gel soaked hair of his. Today was the big day."
Somehow Kurt knew that they wouldn't care so much if it had been Kurt who hadn't shown up. Maybe he wouldn't from now on. Life was short, he should be doing more exciting things than show choir, like cliff diving or sky diving or... any other kind of diving that was potentially dangerous.
"Is he sick?" Rachel asked, "I can't have his voice being hurt, he's the best male singer in here... Sorry Finn." Rachel tried to give an apologetic look to Finn who looked slightly confused, like always.
"Who cares?" Kurt was starting to get agitated. Where did his voice rank on Rachels' chart? He thought he was pretty good at singing. Wasn't he? Was his whole life just a mislead dream leading straight to failure? Was he doomed to be just a garbage man or something if he even graduated high school? Why was he so freaking emotional today? Why was La Vie Boheme stuck in his head? "He's not here today and we're all better off without him anyways."
"What is your problem?" Mercedes sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're being a drama queen."
"My problem is..." Kurt lost his train of thought all of a sudden and a question popped into his head, "Do you guys like me?"
"Like," Puck paused, "'Like you' like you?"
"As a friend?" Kurt fell into a chair, suddenly feeling tired. He gazed at the letter sadly and played with one of the corners.
"Of course." Mercedes insisted.
"You're my best gay-" Rachel froze for a second, "I mean, you're my best male friend..."
"Thanks Rach." Finn said sarcastically.
"Something's up with you today." Mercedes observed.
"I'm just tired, I'm sorry." Kurt sighed, "Just go back to your petty disputes."
The quarrels continued on until Mr. Shuester finally bounced into the room then frowned, "The recipient of our new solo isn't here. Where's Blaine?"
"AAAAAUHG!" Kurt shot up out of his chair and stomped out of the room. He made sure to check his glee friends of his list of 'who to tell'.
Next on the list: A total stranger.
xXx
Only, the next person that Kurt decided to tell wasn't a total stranger, but an ex-enemy and new friend.
"David?" Kurt's eyes widened as he saw the larger boy putting school supplies into a locker. Maybe he would tell him?
David jumped and turned around. He smiled at the sight of Kurt and gave him a small wave. "Hey." He said airily.
"H-hi." Kurt was trying to get over the shock of seeing David back at McKinley. "What are you...?"
"Well," David sighed and slammed his locker shut, "I decided that if I'm going to get harassed at either school, I might as well get harassed at a school where I have a friend." Kurt felt special to be part of the reason why he left his other school. It looked like he was two for two on gay guys that might like him leaving schools for him.
"Good." Kurt smiled back, forgetting the letter for a second.
There was an awkward silence, then, "What's that?" David pointed at the paper in Kurt's hand.
"Oh, uh." Kurt looked down at the ratty envelope, worn from his nervous hands. "Nothing. Just a letter." He would tell him later.
"Oh." David's happy mood seemed to deteriorate for a second, "from your boyfriend?"
"No," Kurt glared at the floor. Why was everyone so obsessed with Blaine? "He's not my boyfriend either."
That brightened David's mood again, "That was a pretty angry statement."
"Yeah," Kurt nodded, "When someone cheats on you, you don't exactly speak fondly of them."
"Oh," Dave seemed to almost be holding back a laugh, "We could right angry e-mails to him later."
"How about now?" Kurt suggested begrudgingly, "I have my laptop and they have WiFi in the library."
"Sounds like fun." David followed Kurt up to the library and they took their seats at the table farthest from the door. No one was there and the lights were off, but the door was always unlocked for some reason.
Kurt slipped his laptop out of his messenger bag and set it on the table in front of them.
"How about," David pretended to think for a couple seconds, "'Dear cheating bastard..."
"Sounds good." Kurt said, quickly typing it into the e-mail adressed to Blaine, though they both knew he wouldn't sent it. "How about, 'Sebastion is a-'"
"Is that the guy he cheated with?" David inturrupted suspiciously.
"Yeah." Kurt lowered his head as if he was ashamed.
"You can't be pissed at Sebastion, you're pissed at Blaine, don't get the two mixed up." Dave advised him.
"I don't know," Kurt shook his head, "I'm pretty pissed at Sebastion." David gave him a look and Kurt gave in, "Fine, 'You ought to be ashamed of yourself you freakin' jerk.'"
"Wow." Dave chuckled. "Be careful, some of those words are pretty mean." Kurt narrowed his eyes at the sarcasm in his voice. "How about, 'you ought to jump off of a bridge you fucking asshat.'?"
Kurt gasped, "I can't think that, let alone type it."
Dave pulled the laptop over to himself, "Then I will." Kurt covered his eyes as Dave typed. "That feels more apropiate." He said as he finished typing.
Kurt noticed that he had added, 'I will take you to the carpet if you ever try to talk to me at school because it's so over.'
"I sound black." Kurt laughed, "He'll think Mercedes wrote it."
"We'll add, 'Love Kurt Hummel and David Karofsky, but not Mercedes' at the end." David quickly added that at the bottom then went back up to the body of the e-mail.
"Well," Kurt looked at it skeptically, "he's in fight club. He'd puch my lights out in one hit. It's not exactly a scary threat."
Dave added, 'David Karofsky will enforce the previous threat.'.
Kurt dragged the computer and wrote 'He's always been my secret lover from the start so the joke's on you! Ha!'.
Kurt thought he saw Dave blush as he read the sentence, but it was a little too dark to see. He added even more to the e-mail, 'Also, I put out for him.'.
"David!" Kurt laughed.
"I have needs, Kurt." David joked.
Kurt added in, 'He has needs.'
"This is great." David joined in on Kurt's laughing. Kurt liked his laugh, he rarely heard it. David became one of the few people that Kurt had ever high-fived, that day. Then Kurt remembered why as he felt the sting in his hand.
"Ouch." He shook his hand around a little then noticed the concerned look on David's face.
"Sorry, you okay?" He grabbed Kurt's hand, "Is it broke?"
"Jeeze, David," Kurt chuckled, not pulling his hand away, "I'm not that fragile, Dave."
"Good." It was the second time that an awkward silence ensued them.
This time, David broke the silence with a kiss. It was the second time Kurt had been kissed by him, but this time it felt right. This time, he kissed back. David's kiss went from shy to something that was almost desperate. He intertwined the fingers of one hand into Kurt's then the other into Kurt's hair.
Kurt hadn't been prepared for the intensity of the kiss and tried to brace himself by putting one hand on the table, but ended up putting it on the keyboard of his laptop. He never knew how much he longed to kiss Dave again until that moment. He felt almost disappointed when they had to pull away, but the look on David's face told him that that wouldn't be the last time they kissed.
"So," David said giddily, "Are you going to tell me what's in the envelope now?"
Kurt blinked back at him. Why wasn't Dave still slightly shocked about what just happened? Kurt definately was. "No," Kurt said finally, "Never in a million years." He quickly stuffed the envelope that had been sitting next to them, into his bag.
"Back to the letter?" Dave seemed almost euphoric.
"Yeah- Oh God." Kurt gasped as he saw 'message sent' written across the screen.
xXx
Blaine opened his e-mail from Kurt on his smartphone around noon and read it in disbelief:
Dear cheating bastard,
You ought to jump off a bridge you fucking asshat. I will take you to the carpet if you try to talk to me at schoo because it's so over. David Karofsky will enforce this threat. He's always been my secret lover so joke's on you. Ha! Also, I put out for him. He has needs.
Love, Kurt Hummel and David Karofsky, but not Mercedes.
Blaine's jaw dropped at Kurt's use of cuss words then realized that David was behind this. Kurt never cussed. David was trying to intimidate him, Kurt would never say these things. In a few days, Kurt would realize that he just overreacted. He didn't like Sebastion, but Kurt wasn't exactly dying to have sex with him so Blaine got it somewhere else. It was Kurt's fault really. Putting out is part of a relationship, he should know that. He didn't know how David had gotten onto Kurt's E-mail, but if there was one thing he knew, it was that he and Kurt were far from over.
xXx
Kurt left the school reluctantly. He had to get home before one to make sure that Burt took his medication. He felt a mix of regret and relief about the e-mail. He was dreading seeing Blaine on Monday, but Dave had vowed to protect him. Kurt felt excitement at the thought of going out with David, clearly his relationship with Blaine was going nowhere. Now he had a new start and his new boyfriend wouldn't always try to outshine him like Blaine seemed to do. He remembered the day that the girls 'completely forgot' to invite him to their sleepover, but Blaine was invited. Was it because they had a newer better gay kid? Kurt had felt replaced for a while now. At first he was just excited to be with his boyfriend, but Kurt began to sink to the bottom of the social ladder. Even Rachel was a rung higher than him. That was a sad time.
He wondered if Blaine might leave McKinley. He wondered if, after he calmed down from his rage at Blaine, if he'd regret breaking up with him. He wondered... He stopped wondering just then and pulled over to the side of the road. The news in the letter didn't make a full impact until just then. He felt like he was going to puke, cry, and scream, simultaneously. All of those problems wouldn't really matter in the long run. Not anymore. He felt like crying, finally, but something told him that it wasn't time. He hadn't told anyone, yet.
But now he knew who to tell. The person that it mattered to most. The person who had helped him with all of his problems before. The person who had stuck by him since birth and changed his views on people like him for him.
His father. He should have told him right away.
xXx
Kurt stood in the doorway to the living room where Burt lay on the couch watching Deadliest Catch.
Burt looked up at his son and immediately knew something was wrong. He flipped off the TV then sat up to make room for Kurt to sit.
"What's wrong?" Burt asked as his son sat beside him.
Kurt was silent as he somberly held out the envelope. Burt knew that he was holding back tears and wondered what was so bad that Kurt was almost in tears. At first he had a major suspision that Kurt had been declined admission to NYADA, but then he saw the logo on the envelope.
It was from the Lima Memorial hospital. The place where Kurt got tested for Luekemia every month.
The place where Kurt tested positive for Luekemia.
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A/N: Soooo should this be multi chapter or what? I don't know much about Luekemia and treatment for patients, but I could do some research to continue... What did you think, though? And yes, Blaine is a meany pants in this fic.