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Part One

"Chill Babe, I know what I'm doing. Everyone else just can't drive," Puck argued back.
"You're ridiculous. You can't go eighty in a sixty! We're either going to get pulled over or die! People drive like maniacs up here. We aren't in Lima anymore!"
"Yeah, when in Rome."

Sam rolled his eyes at his husband's antics and smiled slightly. "Just slow down a little bit for me, yeah? I want to make it to the hospital in one piece."

"What for? It's a hospital, they can fix you. You know if you get torn into two or something," Sam looked out of the window with a somewhat sad look in his eyes. Puck consoled him by holding his hand, "it's going to be okay," he said with a half smile.

Sam looked over at Puck and smiled. "You're right. I'm going to be just fine. I probably just have some weird flu," he said, shrugging. "We'll talk to the doctor and figure everything out. Some antibiotics will cure me."

"I love you," Puck's thumb rubbed Sam's palm gingerly.

"I love you too, Hun."

They arrived at the hospital ten minutes later, much faster than if they had been driving like a normal person. Sam felt uneasiness in his stomach, but he assumed it was because of Puck's driving; he doubts he'll ever get used to it. Puck needed to go fast, it was so he could feel that certain adrenaline filled rush that driving accomplished. What's more badass than risking your life in a machine completely covered in metal? They parked in the garage and walked up to the doctor's office. Dr. Keefer was a creepy old man, his hand felt like they were below freezing point, not good for prostate exams.

Sam and Puck held hands as they walked in Dr. Keefer's office and checked in. Puck looked around the waiting room and scowled; he hated going to the doctor. They always wanted to poke and prod at you and get inside your head. You can't trust those quacks; the only reason they were there was because Sam was feeling a bit under the weather lately and wanted to find out what was wrong. What a baby. Speaking of 'Baby', Puck started to chuckle quietly when he heard the song that was playing over the speaker. He looked over at Sam and nudged him in the arm.

"Remember Glee Club babe? You totally rocked it," Puck winked.

"Shut up! I was fifteen," he blushed over his choked words.

Puck just shook his head and laughed. "You know, that was the first time that I really noticed how hot you were."

Sam simply rolled his eyes. Puck was still the same teenager at heart that he met all those years ago and he loved it. Sam heard the sound of a door being opened and stood up, knowing it would be the nurse calling him in. Puck didn't know why Sam was on pins and needles, if it wasn't a big deal. Well, Puck always thought of Sam as being invincible. He was homeless, a stripper, and survived six years of freaking college; Puck was completely in love with Sam.

Sam made Puck wait outside while he changed into the uncomfortable gown. If he had let Puck stay, the doctor would have probably ended up walking in on something he didn't need to see. He knocked on the door twice, letting Puck know that it was okay for him to come in and Sam sat on the paper covered bed. Puck stood next to him and held his hand, waiting for the doctor to come in. Apparently he was going to take his sweet ass time. Not surprising, the last time he was in a hospital was when we he broke his butt senior year. That was not a good time for him. This memory wasn't precise but he believes it was because Mr. Schue's booty camp. God, he hated booty camp; his moves were already perfect. Good enough to impress all of the cougars at sectionals, but it didn't matter because Sammy was back in McKinley at that point. Puck doesn't even remember the last time he was into women.

Dr. Keefer walked in and smiled at the men. He sat down in the rolly chair by the computer and looked up at Sam. "What seems to be the problem Mr. Evans?"

Sam sighed and shrugged. "Well, I've been feeling really tired, my lymph nodes are swollen, I've been bruising really easily and I keep waking up at night covered in sweat."

Dr. Keefer nodded and made some notes on his pad. "I think we're gonna have to run a simple blood test on you, nothing too bad so don't worry. It may just be mono. This test will make sure of that. Just head on down to the blood lab and give them this paperwork." Dr. Keefer gave Sam a medical paper that had his symptoms checked off and how he wanted the blood work done. "You have a good day now boys," the doctor said as he stood up. "I'll have a nurse call you when we get the results in."

Sam nodded and stood up to get dressed after the doctor left.

"Christ, he made us sit here for twenty minutes just to tell us you have mono? Who have you been kissing?" Puck joked.

"Yeah, just mono. And for your information, I've only been kissing you. You must have given it to me. You probably got it back in high school when you used to make out with all of the Cheerios." Sam chuckled.

Puck rolled his eyes at Sam and smiled softly. "Do you really have to bring up all the Cheerios, Babe? It's kind of embarrassing now."

"Oh please. You used to brag about how many Cheerios you'd been with, back then!"

"Well that was before I knew that I was into dudes. Cut me some slack!"

Sam wrapped his arms around Puck "I know. They were all your beards, even if you didn't know it yet. I'm just glad you realized you liked guys when you did. Moving to Lima was the best thing that happened to me." Sam smiled and pressed a quick kiss to Puck's lips.

"Come on, let's go to the gym."

The ride to the doctors was terrifying, so Sam drove them home. Puck was resistant, but he finally agreed to it. Sam was a boring driver, he was too safe. By the time they went home, got their clothes and arrived to the gym, it was nearly an hour later. They were relatively quiet due to Sam's feeling that the problem wasn't quite resolved yet. Puck didn't pick up on that, but he knew not to bug Sam when he was too quiet. Puck walked over the weight bench, intent on making his guns even better, while Sam went over to the treadmill. He started himself off at a moderate pace, increasing the speed every couple of minutes until he was sprinting. Sweat was pouring down his face after ten minutes of vigorous running when he decided to stop and rest before moving on to lifting some weights with Puck. He got off the treadmill, suddenly dizzy and managed to sit down on a nearby bench before fainting. Puck looked up when he heard the loud noise of Sam hitting the ground and ran over to him.

"Sam! Sam!" Puck knew not to pick a person up if they have hit their head. Puck instantly picked Sam up off of the ground anyway; he couldn't have Sam just lying on the ground. There was a certain uneasiness of seeing your loved one motionless; he wanted the feeling to stop. After a few seconds his eye blinked.

"What…happened?" He woke up in Puck's arms. "Last thing I remember I was running on the treadmill. Now I'm in the Titanic. I am a sunken ship." Puck helped Sam up, but he was still weak.

"Let's go home, Sammy," Puck suggested.

"Yeah, maybe that's the best thing to do, but you can stay here. I'll walk home."

"You're insane, if you think I'm going to let you walk two miles home." Puck tried helping Sam to the changing room, but he insisted he was fine, and he didn't need Puck's help. Sam never wanted to burden Puck, ever.

Sam got changed without any of Puck's help and walked out of the gym, sighing when he saw Puck walking with him.

"I said that you could stay. I'll be fine to walk home. I just fainted for like, twenty seconds. I feel fine now. I was probably just running too hard for too long. Having mono makes you tired enough. The added exercise just added to the fatigue. Don't worry about me. Stay and work out."

"I'm bringing you home and that's final. My guns won't suffer if I don't work out for one day. Even if you didn't stay out for long, you still fainted and that's pretty serious dude! Let me just bring you home and take care of you. I'll make my Nana's soup that you love and we can watch one of your cheesy movies together. It wouldn't burden me at all."

Sam nodded slightly, too tired to continue putting up a fight. He climbed into the huge pickup truck that Puck insisted on having and lounged back on the seat. Sam was pleasantly surprised when Puck drove like a normal person on the way back from the gym. Although, Sam was so tired he probably wouldn't have noticed if Puck sped the entire way home. He was also too focused on the uncomfortable feeling he had in his lower chest, but he figured it was the exhaustion.

Over the week they continued their usual schedule, but on Saturday they were back at the gym. Sam finally weighed himself after who knows who long. Every now and then he still struggles with his body dysmorphia. This time he noticed how he lost a little over five pounds. That was weird; he usually stays around the same weight. Puck told him he was probably just eating less due to his blood test results, but reminded him everything was going to be okay. When no one was looking Sam embraced Puck in the locker room. Sam admitted that he was not at all relieved with being told it was probably mono, and he didn't know why. He said he was scared, but then Puck put his hand on the back of Sam's head and ran it down his neck. "Everything is going to be okay as long as we're together." Puck gave Sam a reassuring kiss on the neck. Sam laughed quietly at the tickling kiss and held Puck close to him. He knew Puck would always be there for him.

After the couple worked out, they went home, to snuggle on the couch together. They were about to fall asleep an hour into Jurassic Park, when the phone rang loudly. Sam groaned and moved to go answer it. "Hello? Yes this is Sam Evans. You found what? I-yes I can come in Monday morning. Thank you," he said with his voice trembling. Sam hung up the phone and crumpled onto the floor, sobs racking his entire body. Puck ran over to him and pulled him into his arms.

"What's wrong babe? Who just called?"

"It was Dr. Keefer's office. They said that they found some abnormalities in my blood cells and they need me to go back in on Monday for more tests." Sam looked up at his husband, tears streaming down his face and let out a loud sob. Puck cradled Sam close to his chest and stroked his hair, trying to calm his boy down.

"Sshh. Calm down. It'll be okay, Babe. We'll get through this," Puck sighed, not knowing what was going to happen on Monday. All he knew was that he was going to be there for his Babe no matter what happened.

Sam nodded against Puck's chest and wrapped his arms around the other man's waist, believing every word he said. Puck would never let anything bad happen to him. So everything had to be okay, right? Puck said it would be and he never lies.