Author's Note: This story is based loosely on the movie '50/50', which I recommend everyone watches. Not a lot of it is based on the movie, but a few of the ideas are, but I will shape it and make it my own. This will begin with Seblaine (Sebastian/Blaine), but will eventually lead to a Klaine relationship and will be a focus for a lot of the story. I do not own any of the characters; those are creations of Ryan Murphy. All I wanted to do was present my own twist of this movie, with characters who I adore. I hope you enjoy it!
"Good morning honey," Blaine whispered into Sebastian's ear, causing him to slowly open his eyes. He smiled affectionately at Blaine. It was the same smile Blaine saw every morning, wherein small dimples would appear around the corners of his mouth and a few of his top teeth would push apart his lips. His smile was infectious, almost like a yawn. Every time Blaine caught Sebastian smiling, the reaction was immediate and he would be smiling along with him. There was a man to Blaine's left and a very beautiful one at that. Blaine always thought it was the most perfect way to wake up every morning, despite it being only seven am.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Sebastian asked as he let his hand seek Blaine's lower back. Blaine blushed as Sebastian began to gently run his finger along the top of Blaine's pajama bottoms.
"Fine, but I'm happier now that I'm awake," Blaine replied.
"Why's that?" Sebastian asked. Sebastian definitely knew the answer; he simply wanted Blaine to say it out loud. Blaine had never been one to voice his feelings, in fact it took him almost eight months to tell Sebastian that he loved him, but he'd slowly gotten better. Besides, with Sebastian looking at Blaine like that, he could feel his stomach slowly curl into knots and it was hard not to tell Sebastian exactly how he was feeling.
"Because every time I wake up, I can't help but think how lucky I am to have you. It's such a refreshing thing to think about every morning. I'm happier when I'm awake because that just means I have several more hours to be with you," Blaine gushed. Sebastian simply rolled his eyes.
"I liked it better when you were awkward and shy," he teased. Sebastian removed his hand from the brim of Blaine's pajamas and rested it behind Blaine's head. He gently stroked Blaine's curly mop, "But I feel the same way."
Sebastian pulled his boyfriend towards him, parting his lips to allow entry for Blaine's. Their lips connected as they'd done several times before. It was brief, perhaps only a few seconds long, but it was as if adrenaline had been injected into Blaine' body because he could feel his heart racing a mile a minute as a result.
"Well, it's almost quarter past seven, I think it's time for breakfast, don't you think?" Sebastian inquired and Blaine nodded in agreement. Sebastian pushed off their doona cover and made his way out of the bedroom, leaving behind a trail of his scent. Blaine breathed it in for a moment and once again, his mouth curved upwards. He was deeply, madly, truly in love with this man and he reciprocated Blaine's feelings. How much better could life get?
With a quick bite of the omelet Sebastian had made and a quick peck on the cheek, Blaine pulled the front door open, picked up his bag in his left hand, his guitar in his right hand and attempted to step outside, only to be stopped in his tracks by Sebastian.
"Hey, where are you going? I didn't think the music store opened today," Sebastian asked, folding his apron whilst doing so.
"Santana wanted to work on some songs for our gig in two weeks. Which I thought was a great idea because we haven't come up with anything yet," Blaine replied with a hearty grin. Sebastian nodded.
"I also have that doctor's appointment at three to pick up my test results, so I probably won't be home until five or so. But I promise I'll be on time for our dinner date," Blaine assured Sebastian.
"You always are and good luck babe, I'm sure you'll be fine. Wait, scratch that, I'm not sure… I'm one hundred percent positive," Sebastian said, trying his best to comfort his boyfriend. Blaine breathed in deeply before finally closing the door behind him.
Blaine arrived at the small downtown café, Ruby's Lou in the nick of time. The cool morning breeze cooled his scalp as he walked across the small intersection and as it had been for over a week, it also ached. Blaine had usually brushed off pain such as the headaches he had been experiencing, as they usually lasted for less than a few hours, but this ache had been present on and off for two weeks. It had become more constant over the past week, so instead of ignoring it and because of regular nagging from Sebastian; he'd gotten several tests taken last week and was asked to pick them up today. He wasn't nervous at all. Blaine had become a regular at the gym recently, so he assumed that it must be connected to muscular pain from lifting too many weights. Whatever it was, Blaine needed it to vanish. It has become more difficult for him to think up song ideas as his headaches usually left him dizzy and tired. The gig that he was performing with Santana in upcoming weeks could make or break the two-man band they'd formed during their last year of college. It was Blaine's dream to be a performer and Santana's dream to be famous, so the two had hit it off very quickly and had been best friends since.
"Morning Frodo," Santana cheered as she spotted Blaine. The two hugged briefly before entering the café together. Santana already had a thermo of coffee in her hand, which Blaine thought must've been glued there. She seemed to always have either a coffee or her cell phone attached to one of her hands. Her life was very busy, her phone constantly rang and Blaine had a hard time keeping up with Santana's exploits. Blaine found Santana very attractive, as did various citizens in the small town of Lima, Ohio. Blaine and Santana had both been born and raised in Lima. It had its faults, flaws and negatives, but it was home and both of them adored it.
"Hey there," Blaine chorused, pulling out of Santana's embrace. Blaine raised his right hand, which contained his guitar, as an indication that he was eager to begin and Santana nodded.
"Hey Sal," Blaine said to the quirky, red-headed waitress that had allowed them to use the café as a venue for their practice and she waved back. Blaine wasn't sure why she always blushed. Sal new that Blaine was gay, because Santana constantly reminded her, yet she continued to become extremely shy any time Blaine showed any sign of friendliness. Blaine simply shrugged his shoulders and took a seat, opening his guitar case with a quick flick of the two adjacent locks on the top.
"So, how are things with Sebastian then?" Santana asked in an almost arrogant tone. Blaine shook his head.
"I know you don't like him San, you don't have to mention him or talk about him or even be in the same room as him. I respect your opinion," Blaine said. Santana smiled.
"It's not that I don't like him, I just think he's an asshole," she responded with a hint of sass. Blaine giggled.
"Your opinion taken into consideration, your opinion is pending… and I'm sorry but your opinion denied," Blaine teased. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Hey you said you respect my opinion!" Santana giggled.
"I was lying," Blaine replied.
"You're just as much of a dork as you were when we first met. Do you remember that day four-eyed version of Joe Jonas?" Santana recalled. Blaine pursed his lips together. He remembered it perfectly, although sometimes he wasn't sure if he cared to have that memory be something he could never forget.
Blaine had much longer hair in his younger days. He also wore glasses, which had been replaced with contacts as soon as he'd gotten his first job. Santana and Blaine had both attended Ohio State College, both had studied Music and both had gotten into a huge argument their very first day in class. Blaine wasn't quite sure what it was about, all he knew was that he'd left that class with a black eye and an extremely damaged reputation. It was strange to think that they'd disliked each other for years, yet now they sat in a tiny café as best friends, writing songs that they hoped would make it onto the radio someday. Blaine learnt various things from Santana over the years. Never insult her, never be in close range with her fist and never judge a book by its cover.
"I do, but it's not something that I'll ever live down is it?" Blaine questioned. Santana threw her head back as she chuckled sarcastically.
"My dear friend, I will be telling that story at your wedding, every single milestone birthday and definitely to your kids when they're old enough to talk," Santana said. Blaine closed his eyes momentarily as a wave of pain had suddenly rendered him speechless. He held his forehead tightly, trying his best to draw very little attention to it.
"You okay?" Santana asked, resting a hand on his arm. Blaine grunted.
"Fine, let's just start," Blaine said, removing his hand from his forehead and sitting as upright as he could. The pain slowly subsided as the two began jotting down song ideas and guitar chords. By the time Blaine had to leave, both of them had somehow completed a whole song. Blaine was impressed with their work, kissed Santana swiftly on the cheek and headed out the café door. Next stop; doctor's appointment.
Blaine wasn't sure what it was about hospitals. Perhaps it was the strong, nose-tingling scent of medicine or maybe the possibility that some contagious bacteria was floating around, entering his nose, ears or even eyes. Whatever it was, Blaine detested them and that was probably the only reason Blaine felt remotely nervous that day. A fairly attractive young woman emerged from one of the torture cells a.k.a. the doctor's room and invited Blaine inside. As Blaine walked over, he ran a few fingers through his hair and shook them furiously to get them to stop shaking.
Blaine had expected some sort of devilish figure when he entered the doctor's office, but instead sat a fairly fresh-faced man that Blaine didn't think to be older than thirty. He smiled kindly as he offered Blaine a seat. As Blaine sat down, the man pulled out several strange looking sheets which were coloured black.
"Mr Anderson, we ran a couple of tests and did several brain scans. As you said your symptoms persisted for several weeks, we were rather concerned. Usually if the pain is related to your neck muscles or anything like that, the pain isn't as intense as you've described it. So, we weren't surprised when we found a Meningioma in your results," the doctor explained. Blaine felt confused.
"A mening-what?" Blaine asked. The doctor cleared his throat.
"It's a tumor Blaine, which has started to grow from your meninges, which are tissues which cover your brain and spinal cord. It's malignant, which means it's indeed cancerous, but it grows rather slowly, so we're very thankful we discovered it now so that we can start treatment straight away. I recommend chemotherapy for a few months, to shrink the tumor before we remove it by surgery. Does this make any sense to you?" the doctor asked again. Tumor. Tumor. The word repeated itself in Blaine's head more times than he could keep up with. He could feel the dull, ache in the back of his head once again. But this time, he knew what it was.
"A tumor? I… I don't understand how I, of all people, have a tumor?" Blaine asked. The doctor slid the scans back into a folder and placed it to the side of his desk. He folded his arms before responding.
"It can be hereditary, perhaps, or it happens for no particular reason. The point is we can treat this. Most sufferers have a fifty percent chance of survival, but we are sure that with your case, we can bump that up to almost eighty percent. You're very lucky Blaine, many people don't realize how serious their headaches are until it becomes very hard to treat," the doctor explained, once again.
"I'm healthy. I exercise, I eat perfectly well and for gods' sake, I haven't picked up a cigarette ever. Help me out here doc?" Blaine pleaded. Blaine's doctor simply pursed his lips.
"Your first chemotherapy session is scheduled for this Friday. So that's in five days. I'm sorry this happened to you Blaine, but just remember that a lot of people receive news that they're going to die. I'm telling you that it's treatable and there's a very large chance that you'll survive. I'll see you at a later date," and with that, a nurse showed Blaine out of the room.
"Have a good day," the nurse cheered. Blaine simply frowned at her before placing his hands in his coat pocket and walking out of the poorly-lit waiting room. He was in complete shock, numbness took over his body and the word tumor wouldn't stop appearing in his mind. A five letter word, that on paper looked harmless, but when that paper was handed to Blaine and the tumor was no longer just on the page, but inside him, it suddenly became dangerous.
Author's Note; to continue or not to continue, that is the question? (: