Things like this weren't suppose to happen to people like Blaine.
The flu. It was a simple, plausible explanation for everything. The fever, the chills and the sweating. The tiredness. He was sentence to bed rest (as if that'd ever happen) and drinking fluids. He was suppose to be fine in a week, taking flu medication whenever he was suppose to, and not moving a muscle. He shrugged it off when his fever hadn't gone away, when he was still sweating every night, soaking the sheets. When he complained about getting up in the morning, but did so anyways.
Things like this weren't suppose to happen to people like Blaine.
He grew tired easily, the simplest hop-step-clap combination leaving him breathless. He's healthy glow was soon gone, a pale sort of smile on his face. He would frown slightly when he couldn't get enough air to hit the notes, and Wes calmly asked him if he wanted to stop. Blaine would shake his head, filed with unkempt coils from lack of energy, and start again, with more power, all forced. Wes, the ever mother hen he was, would frown as Blaine sung, only to grow breathless once more.
Things like this weren't suppose to happen to people like Blaine.
His skin was decorated with black and blue, unexpectedly crawling up his arms. He'd shrug, just saying he ran into a wall. No one at Dalton was hurting him though. Everyone was staying away from the ever fragile Blaine, who looked tired and worn, as if ready to fall over any minute. He'd sway, putting a hand to his throbbing head, before walking again, everyone keeping a distance.
Things like this weren't suppose to happen to people like Blaine.
Kurt watched the senior, as he skipped class again to hide under the covers due to a throbbing headache, and aching bones. Blaine simply looks sick –pitiful even. Kurt wanted to go back to help him; give him some Advil or something. Hell, take him to a doctor even. Blaine would just walk away, in pain. Kurt clutched the books to his chest before heading to class, wondering what was wrong with the love of his sad life.
Things like this weren't suppose to happen to people like Blaine.
Blaine passed out in Warbler practice, his body hitting the floor. Immedently, Wes had sprinted to him, picking him up. Nick was already dialing the nurse's office, trying to ask her what to do. David was getting pillows, and trying to get Blaine to listen to him. Blaine remained unresponsive, closing his eyes. Kurt checked for a concussion. The nurse had called a hospital, given his symptoms. Greg, another Warbler, had checked for a pulse, and smiled slightly when he found one.
When the ambulance got to Dalton, Blaine claimed he was feeling fine. Wes claimed that no, he was not fine. David started rambling about Blaine's sickness, which had been going on for near a month now. Kurt looked at the two boys, and then the senior who was lying on the ground.
"SHUT UP!" He screeched at them. They shut up, quickly. Kurt recomposed himself, before calming explaining what happened. Blaine paled his throat closing. He turned his gaze away from Kurt, who was speaking the truth. The sickness, the chills, the fever, the spots, the bruises, the headaches, the pains, the aches, the sweating and the tiredness hadn't gone away. In fact, they got worse with every passing day. Blaine let them take him to the hospital. The Warblers turned to one another, after Blaine left.
"Follow him?" Wes asked.
"Follow him." David answered, for the group. Everyone grabbed their bags and car keys, before heading out. Shouts of who went with who was heard. It was known that Kurt, Wes, and David would be in one car: They were closest to Blaine. The others would come when they were needed, or they'd wait and comfort the three teens. Singing would occur, as they tried to calm themselves down with eight part harmonies and no lead.
Things like this weren't suppose to happen to people like Blaine.
Kurt would rock back in forth in his seat, going, "Omygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod." Over and over and over again. He'd stare into space, wondering where Blaine was, which room he was in, and what the hell was going on. A Warbler would place a hand on him, and Kurt would flinch back, before the cycle started all over again.
Wes would snack on candy bars from the vending machine, before telling the Warbler's to shut up. He'd take another angry bite, the chocolate not filling him up, never even tasting the food. He's start into another, yelling for no reason. The level headed Wes had soon disappeared, leaving an angry one behind.
David paced around the room, staying quiet. He's eyes were locked on the floor, seeing only his shoes and nothing else. He stayed there the whole night, pacing back and forth. Not a single person slept, their eyes hungrily awaiting a nurse or doctor to tell them Blaine was fine.
Things like this weren't suppose to happen to people like Blaine.
They poked and prodded at him, a full body scan, and a sample of his bone marrow. Blaine didn't complain once, merely smiling at the Warblers. He laughed along with them, knowing they had been at the hospital the whole time, knowing they were worried. He didn't want them to worry about him. He said it was most likely nothing, just a bad virus.
Things like this weren't suppose to happen to people like Blaine.
The news shocked all of them. Silence filled the air. Kurt's eyes welled with tears. Wes held onto David's wrist. David held Blaine's hand. Blaine nodded, closing his eyes, his breath shaky. The Warbler's looked around, not knowing what to do.
Things like this weren't suppose to happen to people like Blaine.
Things like this shouldn't happen to someone as amazing as Blaine.
Things like this shouldn't happen to the person you can count on.
Things like this shouldn't happen to the person who did anything and everything to keep people happy.
But things like this happen every day.
Things that shouldn't happen do.
Things like this weren't suppose to happen.
But they did.
Hope you are wondering about Blaine's diagnoses. I already know what will happens to our soulmate for Kurt. This story may or may not be Klaine loving. But there will be Klaine moments in here, don't worry:D This story will be as medically accurate as I can make it. I have been doing research for about three days now just for this chapter, so I can only imagine the next chapters to come *shudders, slightly* But I am enjoying learning about this topic, so it's okay.
If you couldn't tell, this will be a very Warbler based story. Heavily based in Dalton.
I should stop rambling now... I should, I really should.
HITUS IS DONE TONIGHT OMGLEE!
I'd really appriciate the feeback on this story, as well as your guesses for what Blaine has.
Hope you all enjoyed the prolouge!
-Madi