"Hey You."
Sebastian can tell he's startled Blaine, the steady, short beeping of the heart monitor spiking for a second. Tired hazel eyes focus in on Sebastian who feels a familiar stab in his gut with just the simple glance. Blaine doesn't speak, simply reaching a hand out, and Sebastian can swear he hears a coked sob from his boyfriend who's gotten so pale and sick looking that Sebastian can hardly recognize him. This wasn't his Blaine any more. This Blaine belonged to the cancer that ate away at every cell, day by day, that made him weaker and caused him pain.
Sebastian takes his seat at Blaine's side like he'd done every day for the past four months, ever since Blaine had taken a turn for the worst. The brunette leaned in, running a hand over Blaine's head and silently missing the thick, dark curls that used to be settle there, gelled down with unholy amounts of gel that Sebastian always detested. Sebastian misses the life and the fire that used to spark in Blaine Anderson's eyes most of all, though. It takes all the strength he has not to cry every time their gazes lock.
"Did you take your medicine?"
Blaine nodded.
"And your tests?"
"The same."
Blaine's voice is soft; he knows it sounds the most natural that way, and he does it for Sebastian. He feels guilty for being like this, for being a burden to the only person who has ever truly loved him. Sebastian promises he doesn't mind, but it doesn't make it any easier on Blaine. He knows he's running out of time and he's going to hurt Sebastian in the end. It's the only thing in life that he'd never wanted to do.
"That's… good." Sebastian had hoped for something to have changed for the better, but these days as long as nothing was worse, he'd cling to his hopes.
"Sebastian I'm not getting better."
"Blaine , sto-"
"You're getting your hopes up for nothing! In six months, hell, maybe less, I'll be dead!"
He knows he's gone too far when he feels Sebastian's hand trembling in his own.
"N-no…" His boyfriend stammers, "They're going to fix you. We have too much left to do…"
"You'll find someone to do it with. All of it. But it won't be me."
"I'm going to do it all with you, Blaine. Please. You have to believe and be strong."
"The cancer doesn't care if I believe, Sebastian," Blaine whispers, but he's silenced by Sebastian's lips on his, and it feels so good. The brunette's lips are soft and soothing on Blaine's own dry, chapped hair. He can feel hot tears on his cheeks as they kiss. The tears aren't his own.
"I love you," Sebastian whispers, the words sounding broken and defeated.
"I love you too, Sebby… Please lay with me."
And Sebastian does. He maneuvers expertly around wires and his weak lover's body into the too-small hospital bed. Their legs tangle together and Blaine rests his head against Sebastian's check, listening to the steady thrum of a heart that beats only for him.
Blaine died that night, tangled up in Sebastian's arms, listening to his boyfriend's quiet mix of humming and singing, hearing Sebastian's heart beat; his favorite sound.
If Blaine had the chance, he'd tell anyone that he died happy.
The sound of the machines going stagnant, making steady sounds instead of their usual staccato beeping that Sebastian had grown used to tore the brunette from his half-asleep stupor.
"No, no, no,no!"
He clung to Blaine, still peaceful and warm in his arms until nurses came, prying him away.
"Bring him back!" Sebastian demanded desperately from the arms of a security guard, thrashing and trying hopelessly to get to Blaine.
It was no use. A nurse turned to him and whispered a meaningless 'I'm sorry', which only mate Sebastian crack completely, breaking down into an immobile lump on the floor. Sorry wouldn't bring Blaine back. It wouldn't fix the damage that had been done.
Just a few days later Sebastian found himself dressed from head to toe in his best black suit, standing over Blaine's grave. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, but Sebastian couldn't leave. He sat cautiously on the tightly packed mound of dirt, not caring in the least if his suit was ruined. He ran his fingers over Blane's headstone, tracing out the names and dates. B… l…. a…. i….
"What are we going to do with you, Killer?" Sebastian laughs bitterly through his tears. "You always do the exact opposite of what everyone tells you. Especially me. You're a real pain in the ass." And despite how heartbroken he feels, how bad it hurts; Sebastian can't help but smile remembering all the hell Blaine had put him through, and how they'd always laughed about it later.
"You remember how you always used to make me tell you the story of how we met? You had the strangest obsession with that stupid novel, The Notebook. You always said you wanted to be Ally and that I should be Noah. I never told you, but that always kind of offended me. I mean come on, she only went out with him at first because he annoyed the crap out of her."
He paused to wipe his teary eyes, laughing again and shaking his head. He sighed. "You used to pretend to forget and I'd spend all day telling you the story of how we met, of our lives, as if it were fiction. Then finally when I was done, you'd 'remember'. I used to love the way your face lit up when I was done. It was like you'd just watched a supernova or you'd seen the creation of the universe. It never got old to you, hearing that story, no matter how often I told it. You'd always laugh and cry and love it all the time. The best was when you'd break character to correct me about a fact; a date or name. You were always so particular." He smiled affectionately at the headstone. "I'll still tell it to you, if you want. All time time."
The silence was a cold reminder of how real this all was, but Sebastian just imagined Blaine enthusiastically nodding along. "You want to hear it now?" He whispered, kissing the headstone gently.
"It all started with my first day at Dalton…"