DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR THE CHARACTERS. ONLY THIS PLOT.
This first chapter doesn't have much Klaine in it, it's more of an intro than anything, but I hope you enjoy it. Please review. Thanks.
Kurt sat uncomfortably in a plastic wait room chair, looking from his father, to the needlessly bubbly receptionist, to the clock. He had been there for a good hour past when his appointment was suppose to be and he was past impatient. Impatient went out the window about forty-five minutes ago.
He then looked down at his phone with a frown, almost as if looking at it again would make him get service. Why was it that in every waiting room, your phone refused to get reception? But, he had told Blaine where he was.
Well, what he had told Blaine was that he was going in for a regular check-up. When, really, the regular check-up had been a few trips back when he told Blaine he was accompanying his father to a check-up. It had started that way- he rode with Burt to his check-up. Then, while there, Burt decided Kurt should get looked at as well. Kurt had been complaining here and there about not feeling well. About feeling tired. And Burt had been concerned- his son was appearing to lose weight, but when he asked Kurt about it, he just said it was because of the fact that they had been dancing more in Glee. Then, a check-up turned into a follow up visit (which he told Blaine he was driving Finn to a check-up) and that turned into tests and then today.
Kurt looked down at his arm. He had noticed he had been a little paler than usual, but it didn't seem like a big deal to him. It was winter, after all. But what caught his eye was a purple bruise that lingered under his sleeve. The bruise had been on there for weeks, and it was from simply running into the door when trying to leave the bathroom after a shower. He then shook his head- it was nothing. When was the doctor going to show up and tell him he was fine so he could go home and not worry about this anymore?
Then, a nurse opened one swinging door, looked at the occupants of the waiting room, and then called out "Kurt Hummel." Kurt stood slowly and everyone looked at him. Where they staring at him because he was standing? Or where they staring at him because he was dressed so extravagantly for a male? It didn't matter, he could finally get his test results (of course telling him nothing was wrong- like he knew) and leave.
He looked to his father for a moment. His father would follow him if asked to, but Kurt didn't. He wouldn't need him just to hear that there was nothing wrong with him. Then, with out speaking, he followed the nurse into the halls. He followed her silently until she stopped and pointed to a room saying, "The doctor will be here soon."
Kurt went inside the small room and pulled himself onto the usual seat/bed that had the paper laid out on it, his feet dangling right above the ground. It had taken more effort than he liked to admit to pull himself up there. He looked around the obnoxiously bright room as he waited, reading the degrees that the doctor had proudly displayed on the wall. He ignored the lump in his throat as he read 'Oncologist'. He didn't need an oncologist. He was fine. Just fine. Like he assured himself…. The doctor… his father… and even Blaine and his Glee-mates when he had to take more breaks than usual during rehearsal.
Kurt chewed on his lip gently as he waited in the quiet room until the door opening broke the silence and the gray-haired doctor entering with a tan colored folder in his hand. The doctor, a solemn look on his face, a look that delivered far too much bad new, sat in the rolling chair beside the shelf like desk that stuck out from the wall.
"You're not a child," the doctor started, "So I'm not going to treat you like one. I'm not going to beat around the bush. Kurt," he took a breath of hesitation. That moment of hesitation seemed like years to Kurt. Despite the fact that he knew he was fine, his worry was getting the best of him. If he knew he was fine, why was his heart racing? Why were his hands shaking? Why was something eating at him inside? "You have Leukemia."