Why hello! So this story is basically badboy!blaine and crazy!kurt. For those who aren't aware of crazy!kurt, here's a discription. If you have ever watched Victorious, he's sort of like Cat Valentine. He's spacey and blunt and takes things a little more literally then most people. Blaine gets annoyed by him at times, but is completely enterained by him.

This first chapter is sort of a moment in there future before the actual story starts...I know, I am a pathetic excuse of a writer. I'm just so tired and way to lazy to look up the actual term. Sorry!

So without anymore hestitations, here we go!

"…I just want you to know who I am;
I just want you to know who I am."

He strums the final chords as his fingers shake and heart pounds. He feels his head begin to spin around as he searches for the strength to look up from the beaten instrument. Rough hands grip tight as dark eye lashes become saturated with tears that he begs to stay in. It took him hours upon days upon weeks to figure out what song to sing until he finally had his heart set on the one he just poured his soul into. But as he sits in silence, he feels as though he has made a mistake. That he has picked the wrong song. That is until he hears the faint sound of two gentle hands clapping softly. It takes everything in him to look up at his audience. He gives a pained smile as the boy in front of him has an exhausted grin on his face. His once vibrant icy blue eyes are hallow and dressed behind dark bags. His porcelain skin, now sickeningly pale. His frame, smaller than ever. It hurts to see how naïve and ignorant he looks. How he hasn't a clue of what is going to happen to him. Or maybe it hurts more that he knows exactly what is happening to him, that he knows his fate. And though that light that once shined brightly in those beautiful eyes is dimming away, there is still a tiny spark that gives the curly haired boy the slightest bit of hope.

"Yay, Bear," the weak boy finishes his applause and lays his head back on his pillows. "That was wonderful."

The young guitarist puts his instrument to the side, "You think so, Crazy?"

"Mhm, it made the monkeys in my tummy swing around," he giggles softly.

Dark curls shake gently as the boy known as 'Bear' gives a shaky laugh at the still silly and eccentric comments made by 'Crazy'. It is silent because at this moment, Bear is at a loss of words. He has no clue what to say to the boy in front of him. And the boy knows this. He holds out his hand, waiting for Bear to take it.

"What's wrong," Crazy says, giving Bear a stern look.

Bear takes the fragile hand into his own and begins rubbing soothing circles on his palm, "Nothing, why would anything be wrong?"

"Because I'm dying," the boy states in such a tone that sounds the least bit worried.

"Don't say that," Bear says in disgust, "You're not dying."

"I know I'm a little coo-coo for coco puffs, but I'm not stupid," Crazy gives Bears hand a tiny squeeze, "That's what's bothering you though, isn't it?"

Bear pulls his hand away and stands up, running a hand through his unruly curls. He paces back and forth in the tiny room. Crazy sits in the uncomfortable bed, watching him carefully. "You know that walking around isn't going to help, it's just going to make you tired," He says matter-of-factly, "I'm still going to d-"

"Stop," Bear demands, he turns and faces Crazy, looking at him with forgiveness of his harsh tone. "Babe, I'm sorry, I just-"

"I know," Crazy shrugs, "I'm not helping either."

"No, listen, this isn't your fault," Bear takes his seat next to the bed and gets as close to the boy in front of him as he can, "Don't think for a second that any of this is your fault."

"You're right, no one could have known this would happen," Crazy sighs.

"No, the asshole doctors who were supposed to be making sure everything was alright should have known this would happen," Bears voice becomes dark, "I swear, if anything happens to you, they better hope that-"

"Bear, shush, it's going to be okay," He whispers softly placing his fingertips on the other boys' full lips.

"You don't know that, baby, no one can know that," tears begin to form in those angry and frightened caramel eyes. "If something happens, and I lose you, I just- I can't go on. Do you realize that? I'm nothing without you."

Blue eyes stare into hazel ones as both boys hold onto each other. Every day for almost a year they have been together. Not a day has passed where they were apart. And that is the fear that is setting in for both of them; being alone.

"You know I'll always be here for you, I'm not going anywhere," Crazy tells his crying love. "I'm never going to say goodbye to you."

"You don't believe in ghost and shit, and besides," he says through sniffles, "Aren't you an Atheist?"

Crazy giggles as he wipes a tear from the other boys cheek, "I don't mean any of that religious stuff silly," He gives his hand a soft kiss, "I'm going to get better. And if I don't, well, that doesn't mean that we are going to be away from each other forever. It'll be like, a vacation."

Bear shakes his head and pulls the pale boy in for a hug, "You're so crazy."

"They don't call me 'Crazy' for nothing," He smiles into curls.

Bear shuts his eyes tightly, not letting go, "I love you, Kurt."

The other boy holds on just as much, "I love you too, Blaine."

They sit like this for as long as possible. Both holding on to one another, acting as if one of them were to let go, that would be the end of everything. After all that they have been through, it all led to this. And as Blaine thinks back to all that has happened over the past year, he wouldn't change a Goddamn thing. His and Kurts story was definitely an interesting one. But it was theirs, and he would relive each and every moment over again if he could. For now though, he sits with the love of his life, soaking in this moment, and never wanting it to end.

Tada! Well, hopefully you liked it, and reviews would be a great encouragement to continue (:

xoxo

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