Will Schuester sat in his office in complete silence; his mind still racing from the news he just received from one of his kids. He couldn't believe what was happening to Kurt. He had won his battle with his identity, with his bullies, and now this. He was in sort of a state of shock. Kurt didn't deserve this. He's a good kid, a great kid. He's so talented and bright, and has a wonderful future ahead of him. But, now, that future is threatened by his illness.
Will made a promise to Kurt that he would help him with whatever he needed. Starting with being exempt from booty camp after school. There was no way Kurt would be able to do that. He was too exhausted, and he had too many aches and pains afflicting him, it would only make him more miserable. He wouldn't have the strength to do any normal activities. So, Kurt suggested that he could still attend booty camp and at least try to do some of the small choreography movements, and take notes on the big ones, to ask either he, Brittany, or Mike to help him on his own time. He only hoped that Kurt would be okay.
THREE AND A HALF WEEKS LATER
Chronic Leukemia. He finally had a name to put to his new tormentor; the thing that he couldn't stand up to, the thing that his father, or Blaine couldn't protect him from. The thing that he would mostly likely lose to. He's scared of how bad it's going to get. He's scared of how his friends will react when he tells them. He's afraid of how his family is taking it, which Finn took it surprisingly well. He's been more cautious and careful around Kurt, and also very protective. someone at school were rough-housing with their friends and accidentally bumped into Kurt, causing Kurt to smash into the nearby locker. Kurt grunted in pain, and Finn went off on the guy. He nudged his shoulder and told the kid, in a slightly raised voice, to "Watch where the hell your'e going." Kurt was able to calm Finn down and explained what really happened. He's been better at not yelling at anyone who comes withing two feet of Kurt.
Most importantly, he's absolutely terrified to tell Blaine. Blaine, his amazing sweet Blaine. The one person in the world that it should be the easiest to tell, is the hardest person to tell. He wanted to tell Blaine, so badly. He just wanted to have a night in with Blaine, just the two of them. He wanted to to rest either in his room on his bed, or on the couch, watching a movie while cuddling. He wanted to feel the warmth of Blaine's chest as he leaned against him. He wanted to hear his heart beating, feeling Blaine next to him.
Be that as it may, he couldn't. Because Blaine would want to help Kurt get better. He would make that his main goal, and Kurt didn't want that for him. He wanted Blaine to do well in school, to graduate and go to college, and become a successful musician/actor. He would loose that chance if Kurt held him back with his illness. There was no way that Kurt would allow that to happen. Yet, he knew how Blaine would feel if Kurt never told him. He would say that it's his life, it's his choice. So, Kurt was at a stand still. He didn't know if he should tell Blaine or not. If he did, how would he tell him? Would he even stay with Kurt at all?
'Of course he wouldn't leave you, you're meant to be, you're soul mates', A voice inside his head told him. He half expected an angel to pop up on one shoulder and a little devil on the other. Thinking about that made him giggle. He didn't realize he had giggled out loud until Blaine came into view talking to him.
"What are you giggling about?" He smiled his dashing smile and sat down at the library table Kurt was sitting at with a pile of books in his hand.
"Oh, hey! I didn't see you. Um, I was just thinking about something that Brit said in class yesterday." Well, it's not technically a lie, because Brit did say something funny in class yesterday, so. Blaine just laughed. The librarian looked over to them and 'shushed' them very loudly. They both smirked at each other.
"So what brings you to the library?" Kurt asked. He needed to distract Blaine from asking a certain question about why he wasn't doing out more than he used to before the summer. He could tell that Blaine knew something was up. He would need to come up with an answer, and soon. It won't be too long and Blaine will realize that Kurt has been eluding it, too.
"Project for chem. I'm partnered with Mike, and we decided to take turns researching in the Library. Today is my turn." Blaine answered with such excited tone, Kurt couldn't help but smile.
"And I kinda asked Mercedes if she knew where you were. I wanted to see you a few minutes before Glee."
"Yeah, look Blaine. I'm sorry about not spending time with you here lately-"
"Hey I understand, you and you're family are dealing a sick relative." Blaine cut Kurt off before he could finish. Kurt felt a familiar pang in his chest, not from the Leukemia, but from guilt. He couldn't keep doing this to Blaine. He needed to tell him. After a moments thought, Kurt decided that he would tell him.
"I just miss you. But, there's no rush." Blaine looked at Kurt with such understanding and love that Kurt felt even more guilt from waiting so long to tell him. Blaine should've been the first few that he told.
"No it's ok. We can hangout tonight. We can just have a night in. I can cook and we can watch a movie in the living room, move of your choice." Kurt smiled at him and hoped that he would take it.
"That sounds great. But, if at anytime that you need me to leave, I'll understand." Kurt didn't wanna dig any deeper than he was in guilt, so he simply nodded.
"Okay, deal. I gotta get to class soon. I'll see you in Glee?" Kurt asked gathering his books and standing up.
"Oh, yeah. I gotta acutally do some research before I go. Free period." Blaine smiled and grabbed one of his books to open it up.
"I love you." Kurt said.
"I love you too." Blaine replied. Blaine went into his book, and Kurt went into the hallway thinking about how to plan their date that night. He decided that he would do simple candles, some blankets and pillows and snack tray with drinks and popcorn. He would tell Blaine the truth then. It was decided. Only, Kurt had no way of predicting the future, so he never expected to his day to take a drastic turn. Nor his health so soon.
A few hours later and the time came for Glee club rehearsal to come along. Today Mr. Schue surprised them with a pop booty camp session. Sadly that's what he called it too. He looked to Kurt and gave a nod, as he was the last one to leave the choir room, heading for the auditorium. However, neither one of them notices someone looking at the interaction, and watched with accusing eyes.
Mr. Schue had decided to split the moves today, working on some basic choreography, and then some upscale, which, with the help of Mike and Brittany, he would also get some practice in. A few minutes into the routine, with the basics, Kurt began to feel more fatigued that he had earlier in the day. He began to get more aches and pains as well. He can usually control and maintain it during the day, but for some reason it started getting worse, and at the worst possible time, too.
During the upscale choreography, Santana watched with judging eyes as Kurt slowly walked up to Mr. Schue. They spoke quietly, Mr. Schue placing a comforting hand on Kurt's shoulder and he went over and sat down on one of the chairs they had brought out. He opened up a notebook and started jotting something down. Santana watched him with careful eyes as Mr. Schue spoke.
"Alright everyone, we're gonna work on the upscale choreography for the second song. We'll start from-" The teacher was cut off by Santana and looked her way.
"Excuse me, sorry, Mr. Schue! But why is Kurt sitting over there while we are working on butts off on these upscale steps?" Will glanced over at Kurt who had the same surprised look on his face. Santana crossed her arms, leaning into one of her bitch poses.
"He's sick, Santana. He can't do strenuous activity until he's better."
"Strenuous activity? He's been doing the other choreography. And this isn't the first time he's been sick." Santana used her hands to mock quotation marks as she said sick.
"Mr. I hate to agree with her, but she's right. No one else is having any issues with this, and there's no way he's been sick for two weeks." Rachel said. Kurt was a little hurt that Rachel would take Santana's side on this.
"Look guys, Kurt is over there to take notes on these next few steps. He's not sitting out, and he's not getting out of this, he's going to work on them on his own time when he feels up to it." Mr. Schue was over near the music player on the opposite side of the stage, Kurt was on the other side of the stage, with the rest of the Glee kids right in between. Some of them looked to Kurt as Santana started her bitch rant.
"I don't know what your problem is, but there is no way that you are getting out of working hard on this. I thought man hands was Mr. Schue's favorite."
"Yeah why don't you at least try to do some of these moves with us?" Quinn snapped.
"Come on, Hummel, if can you can." Puck said.
"Back off guys, he is sick. And he's dealing with sick Aunt."
"Guys, come on leave him alone." Finn walked up to Puck. By this time Kurt had stood up his book forgotten in his chair. The group of ill tempered glee clubbers were only about two feet away from Kurt.
"Well aren't you his little puppy dog, Anderson. Huh? Do you do as he commands?" Santana snickered walking closer to the trio of teenage boys.
"That's enough, guys!" Mr. Schue was stepping forward towards the group, but not quite to Kurt yet.
Kurt was quiet while the kids who he thought as friends scolded him, and judged him. Even though Mr. Schue, Finn, Blaine and Mercedes were sort of standing on his side he felt blocked in, he felt like he was suffocating. He didn't know if that was from the crowd surrounding him or from the pain that had somehow suddenly gotten worse. He felt it everywhere, even places that he hadn't felt any pain. His head began to feel funny and he looked at Santana who was still glaring at him.
"Grow up, Hummel." She said.
"I ain't dancing unless you do, it's not fair that you get to sit and chill." Puck jousted. Blaine took a step closer to Puck.
"Back off, Puckerman!"
"Or what? Hobbit!"
"Hey, that's my line." Santana snarled at him.
Kurt wasn't feeling to well. The room began to look a little fuzzy. He couldn't make out faces anymore. And it was suddenly dark, 'when did it get dark in here?', Kurt asked himself. He could feel his hands turning sweaty and felt beads of sweat on his forehead. The pain was getting worse and he started breathing heavier. His vision was starting to go out of focus.
He looked at Blaine and tried to call out his name but all that came out was a sigh. Before knew what was happening, he saw Blaine lunging for him, but it was too late. Kurt hit hard surface of the stage floor with a very unnatural thud. Everyone in the room went dead silent. Those who backed Kurt up into his corner immediately began to feel guilt.
Blaine, Finn, Mr. Schue, Mercedes and Tina hurried closer to the fallen Kurt. Blaine held Kurt's head in his lap trying to wake him up. Mr. Schue pulled out his phone and dialed 911. Finn was freaking out not knowing what to do. The others looked around at each other with sad looks on their faces. They genuinely thought that Kurt was fine and just didn't want to dance. Rachel voiced everyone's thoughts.
"What did we do?"
