Chapter 2

On the day that Kurt needed to go the hospital, he woke up late. He often did this, hoping that his Father would relent, and just leave him be, or maybe he could just die in bed. He knew it was terrible to think that, but he was so sick of fighting Cancer by now that he didn't care.

As soon as Kurt had gotten downstairs, Burt had placed a clean plate of toast in front of him. Kurt wasn't meant to eat too much before he went to take the medicine. He so wished that he was able to put just a smidge of butter on it, but he knew that would come out as up chuck later.

"No jam?" Kurt asked, sitting down. Burt shook his head. "Damn." He picked up his toast, and bit into it. It was pretty much rock hard, and only just edible.

"Well, have some, but it's your sick." Kurt wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"I think I'll stick to my charcoal, thanks."

"Blaine?" He bit back a groan.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Why are you wearing your uniform?" Blaine bit his lip.

"Umm... Warbler thing." He said, straightening his tie.

"Blaine, why don't you do some sport activities?"

"Because I don't like any sport activities at Dalton. I like watching Football and all, but playing..." He shook his head. His Dad sighed.

"Well, maybe you could just, I dunno, try playing? I mean, Blaine, singing is fun, yes... But some people might think that you're gay..." Blaine turned away from his father swiftly.

"I have to go. We're singing at a Hospital. Can't be late."

As Blaine walked away from his father, he wondered when things like this became the longest conversation he'd ever had with his Dad.

Kurt hated having Chemotherapy.

Yes, it helped.

Yes, he somehow had perfect hair.

Yes, he was lucky to get some care like this.

But Chemotherapy was needles. A drip, to be exact.

Even now, he still had Burt hold his hand. Because it felt painful. No matter how hard he tried to think of something else, he had to hold his Dad's hand when he had needles in him, whether it be Chemotherapy, or to be put to sleep for a surgery.

"There we go, all down." The Nurse said cheerfully. Kurt breathed out in relief. "Now, do you know the side effects?" Kurt nodded.

"Sleepiness, Sickness, all of that." The Nurse nodded.

"There's a bowl by the side of the bed, I'm sure your Dad will help you." She straightened up, ready to go. "We're bringing a few of the little ones in. Any preferences?" Kurt nodded.

"Katie can sit on my bed, if she wants."

Blaine, for some reason, felt cold. Maybe it was because of the hospital air, he decided.

The other Warblers were straigtening their jackets (did they really need to wear them?), and going over the plan for the songs they were going to sing. All of them had Blaine as the main soloist, so it's not like Blaine needed to listen.

A Doctor came out, and nodded to the Warblers. It appeared that the Doctor's had to arrange all the patients, so that all of the Warblers could get in.

"Before you go in, can I just say that there are a few small ones in there," The Doctor said. "The teenagers all have beds and such, as they're on medicines, but there are a few really ill five year olds there." The Warblers nodded, not making any protests. Although not many of them knew someone who'd ever had Cancer, they all knew, even the joky ones, that this was serious. "Just come in when you're ready."

Kurt groaned as he learnt that they had some sort of group coming into cheer them up. Usually, it was a bunch of old men with beards and guitars, who sung about peace, and all the little kiddy songs, like "This Little Light Of Mine". Not that Kurt had disliked it... it was just depressing.

So, he was surprised, to say the least, when a group of young, and admittedly attractive, boys walked in, all wearing Navy blazers with red piping. Kurt and his Dad, who was sitting next to him, shared a look.

"Well, Hi." One of them said. Kurt thought he looked really good looking; gelled dark hair, slightly tanned skin (must of been half-asian or something), and triangular eyebrows. A few of the little children in the ward giggled. In fact, Kurt was with one of his favourite fellow patients, Katie, who was four, and suffering from a different kind of Leukemia to him. Katie laughed. "Anyway, since we, the Warblers, are entering a Show Choir competition in a few months, we thought that maybe we could get somebody elses opinion on how we sound. So, without further ado, we give you, the Dalton Academy Warblers."

Kurt was very surprised when, instead of the usual crappy CD, some of the other Warblers started singing backing. Kurt recognised the song, and rose his eyebrow.

You think I'm pretty
Without any make-up on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the punchline wrong
I know you get me
So I let my walls come down;
Down.

Katie giggled. Kurt bit back a smile. This boy was really good. Although, he wasn't sure if singing a song about being someone's "Teenage Dream" was appropriate in a hospital ward full of cancer patients. As the Warblers finished, the Lead singer smiled chastely at him.

Wow, for a cancer patient, he was...

Blaine shook his head of them thoughts. It wasn't right. This poor kid had Cancer, he shouldn't be flirting.

"So, did you like us?" A little girl sitting on the cute Cancer Boy's lap nodded, even going "Yep!". Blaine grinned at her. "Well, then, I think we should carry on." He nodded to the other Warblers, who began singing backing. Why were all the songs they had to do love songs?

You think that people would of had enough of Silly Love Songs
But I look around me and see it isn't so
Some people wanna fill the world with Silly Love Songs...
And what's wrong with that?
I'd like to know...
'Cus Here I go...
Again...

Blaine sung through the rest of the song, note perfect, as rehearsed. He noticed that the Cute Cancer Patient was singing along too. Smiling to himself, he gave a big finish, making all of the Doctors, Nurses and patients clap. "Thank You, Thank You..." He knew that it sounded pompous to say that, but he didn't know what else to say. However, before he could say anything else, he heard a retching noise. He looked over at the Cute Cancer boy, who was being sick into a bowl, conviently held up by his Dad. Blaine knew this would be a good time to leave. "Well, you've been a great audience. We'll come back soon," He said politely. "That's if your Doctor's will let us." There was a light chuckle, as all the Nurses and Doctors slowly spread along the room, seeing how the patients were doing.

"Bye-Bye Kurt." Katie kissed his cheek, before a Nurse helped her off the bed. Kurt looked down in his lap, and saw some of Katie's fine blonde hairs... OK, a lot of Katie's hairs... on his bed. He picked a few up, and put them under his pillow. Even if he wasn't going to be here long, he wanted to keep it safe. Kurt considered himself lucky that his hadn't fallen out - despite the amount of times that he'd gone through the treatment.

"Kurt, I'm just gonna check with the Doctor how long you have to stay, OK?" Kurt nodded, not looking at his Dad.

"Before you go, could you pass me my Vogue magazine? I need something to do while I vomit." Burt wrinkled his nose, but passed him the magazine. Kurt usually brought stuff with him to these hospital appointments, as it seemed like the sensible thing to do.

"Hey." Kurt looked up, and gaped. The lead Warbler, the cute one, was standing in front of him, smiling. Dumbstruck, Kurt smiled back.

"Well, Hello." The boy laughed, sort of nervously.

"So... er.."

"Yes, I have Cancer," Kurt said, guessing what the boy was thinking. "Leukemia, to be exact."

"Oh." The boy looked at him sadly. "Sorry." Kurt shrugged.

"You get used to it, I guess."

"Listen, I'm Blaine." He held out his hand. Kurt hesitated. "What?"

"Have you washed your hands? I have to avoid germs. They could kill me." Blaine looked at him, shocked.

"Oh. Yeah. I did. We all had to, before we came in." Kurt nodded, taking Blaine's hand.

"I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel." They both dropped their hands.

"So, I saw you singing along with us, you know, before you... um...Got sick." Kurt nodded.

"Your Acapella Sound was catchy," Kurt said. Blaine smiled. "So, apart from asking me about Cancer, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"No... Well..." Blaine went red. "I... I'm really stupid..."

"I find your bumbling adorable," Kurt said, smiling. "But go on."

"Right. Maybe, I don't know, if you feel... well enough, we could, I dunno, catch a bite to eat somewhere." Was this boy asking him out as a friend, or a Date?

"Could be fun. As soon as my Dad gets back, he'll give you my number." Blaine smiled.

"That would be cool."

So, yeah.

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