There had never been a time in Kurt Hummel's life when he had felt this happy. For the longest time he had been living in misery; nothing had been going right for him. That was all until he met Blaine Anderson of course. The second that dapper boy had said a word to him everything had just gotten brighter. Meeting him had to be the best moment in Kurt's young life and now Blaine was his boyfriend. He couldn't even believe it when he said that; incredibly handsome, talented, and oh so perfect Blaine Anderson was his boyfriend. He had the habit of periodically pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
It was half way through his senior year at McKinley now and everything was going quite swimmingly. Blaine had come to spend his senior year with him, he had been elected Senior Class President, New Directions were almost guaranteed for first place at Nationals, and he had just received his acceptance letter from NYDA. His plans for the future looked bright and for the first time in his life he didn't think that anything or anyone could bring him down.
That's until strange things start happening to him. He thinks nothing of it at first. He just thinks it's annoying that his skinny jeans no longer cling to him like they used to. He just thinks he needs to drink more coffee and go to bed earlier when he starts to fall asleep in class. He can't explain the bruises on his body. He doesn't understand why he keeps getting sick. He's always been healthy. He doesn't want to worry anyone so he just brushes it off.
But soon people start to notice and he can't deny it any longer. His ribs stick out now and no matter how much sleep he gets he still finds himself drifting off throughout the day. Blaine begins to worry, he starts asking Kurt if he's taken on to many responsibilities, if the much stress is getting to him. His dad is even more concerned. He insists on taking Kurt to a doctor, paying no attention to Kurt's protest and the constant "I'm fine dad, you just worry too much." Kurt's knows deep down too that he's not really fine. So he reluctantly agrees to go to the doctor.
He just hopes it's nothing serious.
Kurt had just grabbed his Grande nonfat mocha and Blaine's medium drip from the barista. He takes a seat and awaits Blaine's arrival. They went to the Lima Bean everyday together, but today wouldn't have the cheery tone that these little dates usually had. Kurt had just gotten back from the doctor and it had been much worse than he predicted.
It was half past four when Blaine as promised came walking into the coffee shop. His face lights up when he spots Kurt waiting for him at their usual table with they're coffee. He kisses Kurt on the cheek and grabs his coffee, then takes the seat across from Kurt.
"How'd the Spanish test go?" asks Kurt as Blaine takes a sip of his coffee.
"Great, I'm sure I aced it." He replies nonchalantly as he studies Kurt's expression.
Blaine knows something's up. He always does. So Kurt doesn't even pretend that he's fine, it's no use anyway Blaine knows him better than anybody.
"What's wrong Kurt?" Blaine finally says face etched with concern.
"I went back to the doctor today." He replies trying to keep in the tears.
"You did? What's wrong? You're scaring me babe." Blaine says placing his hand on top of Kurt's.
Finally the tears he had been fighting so hard to stop come streaming down his face. This can't be happening he thinks. He hadn't prepared to lose his cool this easily. He forgets everything he had planned on saying and just continues to cry. He hadn't felt the impact of his diagnosis until this moment. The realization hits him when he sees the worry on Blaine's face.
He knows people are staring at him now, but he doesn't care. He continues to bawl. Everything around him is blurry and his eyes are puffy. He doesn't want to say it, it would just make it that much more real.
Suddenly he's being pulled up from his chair. Strong arms wrap around his body and he's practically being dragged out of the coffee shop. Blaine pulls him into the backseat of his car and tugs Kurt close to him. He soothingly strokes his hair as Kurt continues to weep into his shoulder. He whispers into Kurt's ear telling him to take his time, repeating I love you, and other sweet nothings.
Finally after what feels like hours of crying he sits up. He feels like he has no more tears left to shed. He's ready to tell Blaine, ready to accept what the doctor told him.
"Blaine the test results came today. They know what's wrong with me."He says, not wanting to say the name of the disease that haunts his thoughts.
"What is it?" Blaine questions. He pulls Kurt a little closer to him and clings to him even tighter.
Kurt knows he has to say it now. He has to admit it to not only Blaine but himself now. He looks at Blaine's face and knows that this boy will be there for him. Blaine loves him. Blaine's his rock. That gives him the courage to speak.
"Leukemia. I tested positive for acute lymphoblastic leukemia."
