AN: oh God I couldn't help myself, guys. Sorry! mwah.
I don't own glee. If I did, Burt Hummel would be the cancer-free president of the USA.
"Rachel I swear if you don't knock it off, I will toss you out the window." Kurt scolded, pushing aside his paperwork for his second semester at NYADA.
"You don't understand, Kurt. I need to ha-" Rachel had been standing on her side of the curtain, practicing her '3rd semester showstopper' which consisted of many long and glass shattering notes.
"Actually I do, Rachel." Kurt interrupted and stood up; the tightness in his legs ache from sitting so long. "You're not the only one that goes to NYADA now."
Rachel paused, pushing aside the curtain and peeking around at her best friend, "I know that." She stepped out into the room and watched as Kurt walked to the fridge and pulled out a water. "I know and you're excellent." She muttered more to herself. She won't lie and say she wasn't extremely jealous of how well Kurt had done his first semester at NYADA while she had had a more difficult time.
Kurt took small sips of his water, smiling kindly at his roommate, "Just keep it down, Rach, please. I'm trying to get everything sorted for the fall."
Rachel nodded and turned on her toes to return to her 'bedroom' before continuing her rehearsal, only this time it was much quieter.
Kurt sighed and leaned against the wall before feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. He grabbed at it quickly, the screen flashing: "Blaine Anderson" and Kurt allowed himself to smile a little as he answered and brought the phone up to his ear.
"Hi Blaine," He greeted. Even though the two of them had not rekindled their relationship, they were definitely on the slow but steady road to doing so.
"Kurt." Blaine sounded breathless but continued to speak quickly and too loud. "Kurt, fuck. Your dad."
The smile melted off of Kurt's features, his whole body sinking as he grabbed the edge of the counter to hold himself up. "Oh god, is he okay?"
Blaine let out a choked sob on the other end of the line, "No, Kurt. No, his… cancer. It spread, Kurt. It spread to his lungs. Kurt they don't know.. They don't know if he'll.."
Kurt didn't know when he started to cry or when his knees had hit the floor, but Rachel was suddenly at his side, prying the phone from his hands.
"Blaine? Blaine its Rachel. What's going on?"
Kurt clutched his hand to his chest and tried to breathe. He gasped and choked on his own breath; how could this happen? Why is his dad going through this? Why did everything bad always happen to Burt Hummel? The kind and determined Burt Hummel who loved nothing more in this world than his son.
"Kurt! Kurt, come on, we need to go." Rachel had snapped the phone shut and was tugging at Kurt's shoulder. Kurt shook his head and pushed himself up onto his feet, letting Rachel guide him to the door, grabbing her purse, Kurt's wallet and their keys.
"My dad, Rachel. He's.. what is go-"
"Shh shh, Kurt. We're going right now. We're going to him." She huddled next to him and maneuvered the both of them to the street. "Its okay, Kurt. I promise, we're going to him right now. Shh."
He didn't even notice the sobs racking through his body.