Four more months

Ok so I have made a few little changes to the story line of glee so mine fits. This story starts at the startish of season 3. Sam's family didn't go through the whole losing their jobs and their house in fact they are very well off, Sam's dad is a highly paid top executive in a large company and Sam's mum is a housewife. They didn't leave Lima so Sam started back at McKinnely for his junior year with everyone else. Sam and Mercedes have made their relationship open and official after their summer of love and therefore there is no Shane in the picture.

Mercedes Jones was really worried about her boyfriend. And when she said worried she meant extremely worried. Over the past four weeks Sam Evans had suddenly become a different person. He was distant, quiet (not that he was the loudest person to begin with but she would be lucky to get more than two sentences out of him a day these days), depressed, wouldn't hang out with her on the weekends and was sickly looking during the school week when she did get to see him. Her usually extremely active boyfriend who loved playing sports had dropped off the football, basketball and swim team (which he was the captain of even though he was only a junior) without explanation to anyone. But what frightened her the most was all the sexual interaction had gone from their relationship, they kissed occasionally but if she even tried to take his shirt off or feel him up he would be gone in a second.

She now sat at a table with her best friend Kurt in the hidden corner of the library pouring her heart out about Sam trying to see if his male (even if gay) insight could help her understand what had happened to her boyfriend and how she could get him back. Well that wasn't completely true. There were still parts of Sam there, he would still smile like she was the only one in the room when he made eye contact with her, hold her hand and walk her to class, but that wasn't all her Sam. Something had happened and she didn't know why.

Kurt Hummel had also noticed the change in his glee mate and best friend's boyfriend. Everyone in glee club had, everyone in the school had. When the top sportsman in the school drops out of all three sports he participated in it didn't go unnoticed. At first for the first few weeks they had put it up to Sam going through his once yearly man period but it had been nearly a month and Sam was getting worse. He didn't know what to say to Mercedes, only to offer to keep a closer eye on him so he could figure out what was going on.

During Monday glee club Kurt kept his word to Mercedes and kept a very close eye on Sam out of his peripheral vision. They might not have been the closest pair, Sam tended to be closer with Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Mike, Tina and Puck while his was closer to Rachel, Finn and Blaine but he still respected Sam like hell. He was the first person to not freak out and to let him down gently when he realised Kurt had a crush on him and he would stand up for him in a second when he was bullied or picked on. Sam was probably the nicest person in glee club. One of those one in a million people who would help someone without an ulterior motive. Mercedes was right, he was completely silent today, he just sat up the back with Mercedes clasping palm tightly between the two of his, were they shaking slightly? Kurt noticed that Sam looked extremely pale and he kept scrunching his eyes shut like he was trying to keep nausea at bay. Suddenly right in the middle of Rachel's daily solo, Sam lurched to his feet, dropped Mercedes hand and ran out of the room, his hand clasped tightly over his mouth. Half the glee club stood frozen while the other half which included Kurt and Mercedes barrelling out the door in a quick Sam pursuit. They didn't have to go far to find him locked in a stall in the boy's bathroom.

"Sam, are you ok?"Mike asked as they followed the sound of Sam's moans to a locked stall.

"I'll be fine, can you guys just leave me alone, please?" Sam muttered.

"You don't sound alright." Kurt said.

"It nothing." was all Sam replied.

Kurt was about to point out how he clearly wasn't ok, but at that moment there was a "What the fuck are girls doing in the bathroom." From one of the hockey player and the girls realised they probably shouldn't be in there and filed out.

Mike decided to try a different approach as they heard retching sounds from the stall followed by more moans from Sam. "Can we get you anything Sam? Water, paracetamol maybe?"

Sam considered it for a minute before replying, "Can someone get my backpack from my locker and give it to me?"

A weird request but whatever, Sam had been really weird these last few weeks. "Sure man, "Finn replied, "What's your combo?"

Sam gave it to him and Finn was out the door. The time was filled with awkward silence and the odd moan from Sam until Finn was back with the bag. Finn placed the still open backpack at the bottom of the stall and Sam's hand snaked under to pull it under, not realising it was still open wide. The backpack toppled over as Sam pulled it out as some of the contents spilled out. They heard Sam groan and hit his head back on the stall wall in frustration. Kurt rushed forward to pick up the stuff off the floor and as he picked up a bottle of pills he was filled with dread. He stood there is shock. He hadn't seen these type of pills for years, eight years in fact, not since his mother had died of... Oh god! It made sense but oh god, not Sam. Why did this have to happen to the nicest people. Kurt shook himself out of his shock. He took a deep breath before asking, "Can everyone please leave, I need to ask Sam something." The boys looked shocked and confused, "Out! Please!" he said it slightly more forceful voice than he ment to but it did get everyone in the bathroom to file out. There were only Sam and Kurt in the bathroom now. "Oh God Sam!" Was all he could say for a moment. "What type, Sam?"

"What do you mean Kurt?"

"You know what I mean Sam." Kurt said shaking the pills so Sam knew he had them in his hand. "I know what these pills are for, what type of nausea they help. My mum took them before she..." Kurt couldn't finish.

Sam sensed that he wasn't going to finish and that denying it wasn't going to work, "Leukaemia." He said, "Can I please have my pills, or are you going to keep holding them hostage?"

"Oh, sorry." Kurt replied, how could he be so mean, Sam was suffering and he was withholding the one thing that could give him relief. "How long Sam?" Stupid question he had changed four weeks ago.

Sam's answer was not what he expected. "Depends, this time, I was diagnosed five weeks ago, but I've had it off and on again since I was seven. Longest time was the last time which lasted for three years before I went into recession."

Oh god, that's awful, he had seen documentaries about kids that couldn't shake cancer but he never thought he would meet anyone who was going through it. After another ten minutes of silence Kurt said, "Come on, you can't be at school like this. We need to go to the nurse and get her to call your parents."

Sam slowly unlocked the door and it was a sad sight indeed. He looked exhausted and sweaty. He offered Sam a hand and pulled him to his feet. Sam stumbled over to the sinks and splashed himself with cool water before following Kurt out the door. The rest of the Glee club were still waiting outside, as soon as they stepped outside they were bombarded with questions and it looked like Sam was about to run back and lock himself in the stall again. "Shut up guys, Sam's not feeling well I'm going to take him to the nurse so she can send him home." He pushed Sam through the crowd of people to the nurse's office. The moment Sam entered the office, a knowing look showed on the middle aged woman's face. No words of explanation had to be spoken, she clearly knew. "Just lay him down over there." she instructed Kurt pointing to a bed on the far side of the office." She brought over a bucket and a cool compress, and tucked the bucket into his side and placed the cool compress on his forehead. "Has he taken his pills?" She asked him and he nodded, "I'll go and call his mother." The pills were starting to work but they were clearly making Sam drowsy and he forgot Kurt was still there. "Only four more months," he muttered to himself, "Only four more months."

So what do you think? Love it/hate it? Should I continue? Please Review and tell me what you think.

I don't know much about what it is like going through cancer for a young person, My granddad died of it, but he was 80 years old, so I don't really know how a younger person would handle the symptoms, so if I'm making Sam sound weaker than he should be please forgive me. I took my granddad to chemo each week so I know about that but I'm not an expert on the medication so if I get things wrong please once again forgive me.

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