Author's Note; I was always going to continue no matter what :) Thanks for the small amount of feedback you guys gave me, it's greatly appreciated! I am going to make the chapters a bit longer from now on as that first chapter kind of established everything and also because when I was jotting down ideas in my notebook, I couldn't quite stop writing (: Anyways, enjoy chapter two! Characters aren't mine, yada, yada, ya!

It was almost three thirty when Blaine finally managed to find his way out of the hospital. He'd gotten lost and due to the dizziness he had succumbed to after his diagnosis, he'd had a hard time knowing what he was doing or where he was going. When he eventually made it back onto the streets of Lima, people walked past him almost like nothing had just happened. They paced quickly, eager to get home or to get to work, just as they'd been doing before Blaine stepped inside. These people were running off towards their lives, whereas Blaine had just been told that he might lose his. That thought made Blaine's head ache, so he made for the closest park bench and sat down.

Even though Blaine had just been told the most terrifying thing in his young life, all he could think about was Sebastian, the boyfriend he loved so dear. What would happen if Blaine died? Would Sebastian mourn? Blaine shook his head at that pathetic thought. Sure he'd mourn for a few days, but Sebastian was young, outgoing and incredibly attractive. He'd probably have a new man in minutes. That assumption alone made Blaine sick to his stomach. Sebastian belonged to him, but would Sebastian still want to be with him, now that he was sick; now that he was going to lose the hair that Sebastian had so often adored?

Blaine began to pull gently at clumps of his curly, charcoal-black hair. This was all going to eventually fall out because of the chemotherapy he was going to experience. His hair was going to go, he'd probably have to quit his job and worst of all; Blaine didn't think Sebastian would stay, nor did he really expect him to. Blaine would be bald, pale and sick. That combination alone would be enough for any person to run away screaming.

The realization suddenly hit that this was happening. That the world in which he'd spent years building up, was going to fall to pieces. Blaine had tried the whole "it's going to be okay" routine as soon as he'd stepped outside the doctor's office. Unfortunately, at the time he was doing that, three doctors wheeled past a man wearing an oxygen mask. They were repeating things such as 'he's having a seizure' and Blaine knew that it was probably due to exactly what he had; a tumor. Blaine couldn't continue to tell himself that he was going to be okay, because he wasn't. Blaine could live, he could die, but he knew that in between he'd get extremely sick. Being okay was definitely not something he would be for a very long time.

The buzzing being omitted from his phone continued for over ten seconds before Blaine finally made an attempt to pick it up. It was no doubt Sebastian asking him where he was. Blaine had accidently lost track of time whilst wondering aimlessly through the city.

"Blaine! Where the hell are you? It's almost eight and you said you'd be home at six," Sebastian queried in such a tone that Blaine knew he'd messed up big time. Sebastian rarely got angry, so for Blaine to hear Sebastian yell as loud as he was, Blaine suddenly felt nervous.

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time," Blaine responded. Blaine could almost hear Sebastian frown through the phone.

"You lost track of time?! Blaine, you're two hours late, what the hell have you been doing? You're never late; in fact, you're almost always annoyingly on time. Come home right now, I'm serious," Sebastian demanded. Blaine sighed.

"Seb, can you please meet me at our place?" Blaine asked.

"No, get home right now Blaine. I'm not in the mood for bullshit," Sebastian shouted.

"Please Seb, I'm serious, meet me there in ten minutes," Blaine pleaded. Blaine could hear Sebastian clicking his tongue as he so often did when he was deep in thought. After several seconds, Sebastian finally responded.

"Fine, I'll see you then."

Blaine watched as Sebastian parked his beige mini cooper in the parking lot. It was almost eight thirty by the time Sebastian arrived, so there was absolutely no one around. In fact, it was eerily quiet for a city which was usually relatively busy. As Blaine watched Sebastian walk over to him, his throat suddenly clenched tight. It was guilt, pure guilt for what Blaine was about to tell Sebastian. Not only had the news affected Blaine's life in such it way, but it would no doubt do the same to Sebastian. They shared a life. Every single thing that had happened to either of them in the past two years had affected both of them equally. Things like Sebastian receiving a bonus at work or Blaine acquiring a job at the local music store. Those things were usually small, but this thing, this life-threatening thing that Blaine had would affect them more than anything they'd ever experienced combined and perhaps even with a tripled effect.

"Hey, I'm sorry for yelling before. I know, I know, I'm an asshole," Sebastian said, smiling kindly at Blaine. Blaine attempted to smile back, but he simply couldn't. His lower lip began to quiver and before he knew it, he had tears rolling down his cheeks and two arms wrapped around him.

"Blaine, what's wrong?" Sebastian asked, pressing a chaste kiss on Blaine's cheek. Blaine motioned for them to sit down on the grass below them. He slowly wiped away a few tears from his cheeks and composed himself as best he could.

"Seb, I went to the doctor's today as you know and they had my test results," Blaine explained, his voice slightly breaking towards the end, "it's ridiculous, I completely forgot what it was called or why I even have it, but I have a tumor, in my brain. I have a brain tumor." Sebastian made several attempts to respond, opening and closing his mouth every few seconds, but just as Blaine had been when he received his diagnosis, Sebastian was rendered speechless.

"The doctor told me I have to have chemo which will last for a few months and then they'll perform surgery to remove it in its entirety," Blaine further explained, but this time Sebastian was able to respond.

"What's the survival rate for these kinds of tumors?"

"It's fifty, fifty. However, the doctor said that because they discovered mine early, there's a good chance that I'll make it through. There's nothing to worry about, I promise," but Blaine wasn't so sure if he believed himself. There was a lot to worry about. How they were going to pay for it, how sick Blaine was going to get. In fact, there were about a million worries forming in his head at that moment. Sebastian continued to stare intently at the blades of grass they were resting on.

"Seb?" Blaine said when Sebastian had been silent for several minutes. Sebastian finally looked into his boyfriend's eyes.

"We'll be okay," he said, although Blaine wasn't sure just how much Sebastian meant it. But instead of questioning it, he simply nodded.

"I love you so much," Blaine cooed, wrapping an arm around Sebastian's neck. Sebastian simply smiled as he stroked Blaine's back gently. Blaine wished that he could hear exactly what Sebastian was thinking.

"You've got to be shitting me," Santana declared, slamming her cup of coffee on the table below. Blaine simply shrugged my shoulders.

"Yep, I've even got it in writing if you really think that I'm 'shitting' you," Blaine replied, taking a quick sip of his hot chocolate. Santana exhaled loudly.

"I'm sorry Blaine, I'm just shocked. This is ridiculous. Why does stuff like this happen to good people? Every single time," she moaned.

"My thoughts exactly, but you know, I just have to get through it and be strong, look forward to my future and believe all that clichéd crap. Also, I'm happy to announce that Sebastian has told me that he is going to take care of me, so at least I have him and I have you," Blaine explained.

"And your parents?" Santana asked. Blaine broke eye contact with Santana. Parents were always a tricky subject for him. His mother was one of those mothers who worried far too much and his father worried very little. In some ways, it was good that his father didn't take things too seriously, although when Blaine broke his arm during a skiing trip, having his dad say it was just a minor bump on the arm made for several weeks of extreme pain before Blaine eventually convinced him that it was broken. Blaine had never been as close with his father as he'd hoped, which was probably one of the reasons why he didn't keep in close contact with either parent. They were polar opposites of Blaine. His father was too mellow, his mother was far too concerned and if both of them were placed in the same room as one another, especially after hearing their son has a brain tumor, arguments and yelling would no doubt occur.

"I don't know if I want to tell my parents," Blaine admitted.

"Blaine, I know you guys aren't close, but they have a right to know," Santana replied. Blaine expected her to be more understanding, so he frowned in response.

"I need to have them over for dinners tonight don't I?" Blaine sighed. Santana squeezed his thigh gently, her acrylic nails tickling his skin slightly.

"Yes, you really do," Santana confirmed. Just as Blaine was about to respond, Sebastian walked through the front door. Blaine leapt off the couch to give his boyfriend a kiss, but Sebastian pushed him off.

"Sorry Blaine, I have to go put these groceries away," he explained briefly before rushing out of the room. Blaine narrowed his eyebrows slightly.

"Asshole," Santana muttered under her breath.

Blaine eventually made the call to his parents who agreed, with slight trepidation from his father, to join him and Sebastian for dinner that night. Sebastian had been slightly angry at Blaine for such short notice on the matter which only heightened Blaine's angst about the whole situation. He had hardly been prepared to tell Sebastian, but his parents were going to have a whole other reaction that he wasn't looking forward to. Blaine had requested that they come over at seven, but because of his mother's ability to worry far too often than normal, they arrived at six thirty.

"Hey mom," Blaine said as his mum pulled him into a tight embrace. Sebastian and Blaine's father shook hands promptly.

"Honey, I missed you so much my little Blainey bear," Blaine's mother cooed, kissing him on the cheek, leaving a slight imprint of the cherry-red lipstick she so often wore. Blaine wiped it off immediately. Blaine looked at Sebastian who wore a cheeky 'your nick name is so adorable' look, causing Blaine to simply nudge him in the shoulder before leading his parents into the dining room. Sebastian, being the gentleman he was, pulled out Blaine's mothers' seat for her, before taking a seat next to Blaine.

"This one is definitely a keeper Blainey," Blaine's mother announced.

"Thank you Mrs Anderson," Sebastian replied.

"Please, call me Lucy. You've known me for so many years Sebastian, you should know by now," she replied sternly, only to erupt in a soft giggle. Sebastian mimicked her laugh as the two continued a quiet conversation. Blaine peered up at his father, who was eyeing Blaine intently.

"How are you dad?" Blaine asked in a cheery manner. Blaine's father cleared his throat a lot louder than he probably should have.

"How much do you need then?" he asked as he began to reach for his coat pocket. Blaine waved his hands at his dad.

"I don't need money Dad. Why can't I just invite you over for dinner without you questioning my motives for once?" Blaine asked.

"Well you must have some sort of motive son, I mean come on. The last time you invited us over was during Christmas about four months ago. What do you need? Does Sebastian need something and he got you to ask for him?" Blaine's father queried, almost as if he was interrogating his own son. Blaine began to clench his fists.

"I never invite you over because all I get are these stupid accusations!" Blaine shouted.

"Don't talk to me in that tone of voice Blaine or I'm getting up from this table and leaving, do you understand?" Blaine's father responded, his voice slightly louder than Blaine's had been. Blaine's mother rested a hand on her husband's arm.

"Steve, just calm down please," she pleaded, but he ignored her.

"It's always something with you Blaine. You've never liked us have you? You've never appreciated a single thing your mother and I have ever done for you," Blaine's father added.

"Stop yelling Dad, you're giving me a headache," Blaine requested.

"No way, you're not getting out of this one son. When was the last time you ever called us? When was the last time you ever took a moment out of your lavish lifestyle to see how your parents were doing? Huh? Tell me that Blaine," Blaine's father shouted, this time his face reddened as his anger intensified.

"I have a brain tumor dad," Blaine muttered. His father's facial expression went from angry to confused.

"Excuse me?" his father queried. Blaine looked at Sebastian, who nodded his head as an indication that Blaine should continue.

"I have a brain tumor. It's called a Meningioma and it's a form of tumor, which thankfully, grows slowly and is treatable. I require chemotherapy to shrink it so that the doctor's will be able to remove it eventually. I called you over to tell you that because as your son, I thought you'd like to know. Obviously I was wrong," Blaine enlightened, before getting up from his seat and walking into the kitchen.

Blaine leant against the kitchen cabinets and ran a hand over the back of his head. He could hear his father continue shouting; obviously indicating that he was incapable of feeling any compassion towards his own son and the tumor growing inside of him. Blaine slapped a hand onto the kitchen bench, eager for this all to be over. It had only been a day since he'd found out, but it felt like an eternity. So much had happened, that Blaine wasn't sure how much more he could handle.

Blaine felt a light tap on his shoulder and he spun around to see his mother standing before him, with tears in here aqua-coloured eyes.

"I'm sorry darling," she whispered, pulling Blaine in towards him. Blaine hesitantly patted her back as he let her bury her face into the crook of his neck. In that moment Blaine felt slightly guilty, almost like it was his own fault that he'd gotten sick.

"Mom, it's okay, I'm fine," Blaine lied as his mother slowly pulled out of his embrace. She started to take things out of the cabinet.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Blaine asked.

"Making you some soup," she responded.

"Mom, please stop," Blaine requested and she stopped almost immediately.

"I invited you and dad over here today, because I wanted to tell you. I am not asking you for sympathy, compassion or anything. Sebastian has told me already that he's going to be here for me and Santana has too okay? You guys live over two hours away and I don't want you to be making pointless trips back and forward for me. I am your son, sure, but I am almost twenty three. I'll be fine. If not, I have your phone number," Blaine said. His mother didn't seem to want to agree with him, but eventually she caved in.

"Okay," she replied, wiping away a stray tear.

"Just go and enjoy dinner, I'll be there in a minute," Blaine said and his mother finally complied with his wishes. She put down the condiments in her hands and left Blaine alone in the kitchen with his thoughts.

"Well that was successful," Blaine joked as he began to scrub at the stained dinner plates. Sebastian smiled weakly as he dried the plates that Blaine had already cleaned.

"Why are you so quiet?" Blaine queried. Sebastian had hardly said a word all night, when usually he was as talkative as Blaine.

"I'm fine," Sebastian replied as he put away several glasses. Blaine shook his head. 'I'm fine', was the oldest excuse in the book.

"Thanks for putting up with the always lovely antics of my parents, you're an angel," Blaine complimented, but once again, Sebastian ignored him.

"Seb, are you sure you're up for this? My first chemo session is in four days, you're still coming with me right?" Blaine asked. The amount of time it took for Sebastian to answer felt like an eternity. Blaine simply stared at him, whilst Sebastian tried his best to avoid eye contact with his boyfriend. As each second passed, Blaine's faith in Sebastian slowly faded.

"Of course," Sebastian finally replied, but Blaine could hear in his voice that he truly didn't mean what he just said.

"I have to be up early, do you mind finishing up things?" Sebastian asked. Blaine nodded.

"Night," he said quietly, before exiting the kitchen, leaving Blaine with a pile of dirty dishes.

Author's Note; it will get better I promise, I just needed to establish a bit of a storyline :] Kurt will appear in the next few chapters, I promise.