Okay Here's chapter 3! So to clarify if anyone's confused, this takes place after Original Song but Kurt doesn't transfer back to McKinley. Because if I owned Glee, Kurt would stay at Dalton forever and always.

I got some help about kidney failure from Kbfan6907, so thank you SO MUCH! And many of you are still saying that you'll love me forever and always if I don't kill Kurt (cough xXxDracoAddictxXx cough) and I like that I'm causing you guys so much suspense and anxiety ;) haha. But seriously, I've pretty much got the end planned out, its just the point getting up to that that I still need to work on.

So using the information that Kbfan6907 (and I just realized that the k and b stand for Kurt and Blaine), I'm going to clarify something. Kurt's kidneys are not completely nonfunctional yet, which is why he's not ready for Dialysis.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Clarke.

and speaking of Clarke, i got her name from a book that im reading at the moment, so now every time i see her name my mind wanders to the Clarke that I've created. Which is a sad thing...

Carole had returned home with the pizza and the four ate in silence. Between the three Hudson-Hummels, there were probably about 20 or so quick, concerned glances at Blaine. They all knew that he was holding up the least.

How is this happening? Blaine thought, Why is it always me? He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He felt awkward at Kurt's house without him, and, under the circumstances, no one was really up for conversation.

Blaine ate one piece of pizza and then sat there.

"Blaine, dear," Carole said, "You should really eat more."

Blaine shook his head. "I don't think I can, ma'am."

"You can call me Carole, Blaine," she said, "We've reached that point."

Blaine let out a shaky laugh but didn't say anything more. What more was there to say? Kurt was sick, and the doctors couldn't do anything for him at the moment. He never would have guessed that his sanity would be tied so close to Kurt.

Kurt, he thought, Kurt Kurt Kurt Kurt Kurt-

"Blaine," he heard Burt's voice, gruff but soft at the same time, "You need to get some rest. You're a wreck."

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, I guess. I'd better be going then," he said standing up.

"Don't be silly, dear," Carole said, "You can stay here for the night."

"I don't want to intrude," Blaine responded tentatively.

"Trust us, Blaine," Burt said, "You won't be intruding. You can sleep on the couch."

"Thank you," Blaine responded. He went to get his bag out of the car, and when he came back all of the Hudson-Hummels had left the table and gone to their respective rooms.

He changed into his pajamas and settled down onto the couch. He pulled his phone out of his blazer pocket and glanced at the screen once it lit up. 13 New Messages, 2 Missed Calls, 1 Voicemail. Blaine sighed and check the missed calls first. They were from Wes and David. He checked the voicemail, which was Wes ratting out Blaine for not giving him a reason for missing rehearsal. Then he got to the messages.

Blaine, u r in so much trouble –Wes

You left school early? Why? How did you get a pass? –David

Why aren't you at rehearsal, Blaine? What's going on? –David

Why aren't you responding to our texts? –Wes

Are you okay? –Wes

Where's Kurt? I haven't seen him all day. –David

Where are you guys? You're scaring us –Wes

Those seven had been from the afternoon, a few hours after school had ended. The rest were more recent, within the past two hours.

Where are you? It's getting late –David

Blaine RESPOND –Wes

Blaine, we're sending out a search party! –Wes

We just checked in the office and they said you left around 2 for a family emergency. What's going on? –David

BLAINE! –Wes

The last message made his heart stop and his head whirl. His breathing hitched as he saw who it was from.

Hi Blaine. I know your probably worried sick, but I'm not supposed to even be texting you right now. I'm sure my parents told you what's going on, but don't worry. I can take care of myself. I love you, and stop worrying; you're going to make yourself sick –Kurt

Kurt. Kurt had texted him when he wasn't supposed to, telling Blaine that he should stop worrying. Blaine read the message over and over, processing every word. The only thing that came to his mind, each and every time he read it, was the fact that nowhere in the message had Kurt said he was okay.

Blaine sent a quick message to Wes and David, telling them to stop panicking and that he'd explain everything tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Blaine thought, What's going to happen tomorrow?

Blaine honestly had no answer for that question. Kurt would be coming home, but would he be the same? Would he be able to return to school?

Obviously Blaine would still have to go to school. He set his clock for an appropriate time to wake up in the morning so that he would still have time to make the drive to Dalton.

Blaine lay on his back, his head facing the ceiling. He stared at it, noting the faint swirls present in the texture, when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned and saw Finn walking towards him.

"Hi," he said as he plopped down onto the floor next to the couch, "I couldn't sleep. I figured you were in the same boat as me."

Blaine nodded. "There's just so much going through my brain right now," he told Finn. They'd never had conversations like these before. They'd only ever been about football, food, and Kurt.

"I know," Finn said, "There's a lot to think about."

"I don't know how I'm going to get through this," Blaine admitted, his breath becoming shaky. "I barely did the first time."

Finn looked at Blaine. "You've got to," Finn stated forcefully, "You've got to for Kurt."

"I know," Blaine whispered, "It's just that, what if- what if something-"

Finn cut him off. "Nothing's going to happen to Kurt," he said, staring intently at Blaine, "He's going to be fine. They're going to find him a kidney, and he'll be good as new."

Blaine shook his head. "I wish I could believe that. But you heard your dad. He's got a rare blood type, and he's pretty far down on the waiting list."

"That doesn't mean anything," Finn stated, "Those things change all the time, and something with his same blood type is going to show up eventually."

"Eventually," Blaine repeated, "Kurt doesn't have time for 'eventually.'"

Finn nodded. "I know how much you care about him," he said slowly, "But you can't give up on him. You have to believe that he'll make it through this."

Blaine just looked down. He never would have guessed that Finn could be so insightful. He knew Finn was right, that any negativity on his part wouldn't help Kurt at all.

"And," Finn continued, "Think about Burt. He's already lost Kurt's mom, imagine what would happen if he lost his last connection to her."

Blaine nodded. He hadn't thought about that. Burt was definitely in a worse boat than he was.

"It just isn't fair," Blaine whispered, almost to himself, "Why Burt? Why you and Carole? Why me? We've all lost someone, and then someone else that's important to us may be taken away from us too. It just doesn't seem fair."

Finn looked down. "Mr. Shue says life's not fair," Finn said slowly, "But I don't believe that, because for some people it seems like it."

Blaine just nodded and stared at the ground. He could feel his eyes welling up.

"Are going to tell glee tomorrow?" He asked Finn.

Finn shook his head. "No, I think Kurt would want to do that himself."

Blaine nodded and noted that he would do the same thing with the Warblers.

"I'm heading off to bed," Finn announced a few minutes later. "Get some rest, you look like a wreck."

Blaine sighed and flopped back onto the pillow. The words Clarke and Kurt raced through his mind, one after another, over and over again.

He groaned, pressing his hands to the side of his head and trying to make it stop. He needed to sleep so he didn't look like the walking dead at school tomorrow.

But he couldn't fall asleep. His mind was still racing, unable to calm down. He seemed to be thinking about everything and nothing all at once.

"Urghh," he groaned. He flipped over so he was facing the back of the couch and closed his eyes. He finally fell asleep, but another flashback made its way into his dreams.

Flashback

It was the day of Clarke's funeral, and he was in his room putting his suit on.

"I can't believe this is happing," he said to himself, "She's actually gone."

He made his way downstairs, and the remaining Anderson family drove to the church where the funeral was being held.

They made their way in and were greeted with mass amounts of "I'm sorry for you loss" and "She's in a better place now."

The funeral music began, signaling for everyone to take their seats. Once it stopped, the Pastor stepped up and started to talk about Clarke, just small, non-emotional things since he'd barely known the nine year old girl.

Blaine had asked the pastor of he could say a few things about Clarke, which was unknown to his parents.

"And her brother, Blaine, has asked to say a few words," the pastor said, motioning for Blaine to come and take his place.

Blaine got up, avoiding his parents' gazes, and made his way to the front.

"Hi," he started. He didn't feel nervous. He was talking about Clarke, and that made everything a little better for a moment. Until he remembered that she was gone. "Clarke meant everything to me, and it's so hard for me to admit that she's gone. She was only nine. I remember telling my mother when we first found out "She's only nine; she's too young to have cancer." My mother simply responded "It doesn't work that way."

Blaine paused to compose himself. He began to choke up. "I made a promise to Clarke the day before she died," he said, "I went to visit her in the hospital, and she looked at me as I was leaving and said 'I'll miss you, Blaine." I'd visited her many times before, and she hadn't ever said that to me. There was something about the way she said it that I couldn't put a finger on. So I told her, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Blaine actually sobbed this time. He glanced out to the audience and saw that his parents were sitting there holding each other, silently crying. He noticed that a majority of the congregation was crying as well. "I didn't. She died the next morning before I got to visit her," he paused again and wiped his eyes. "It was the one promise to her that I never kept."

Blaine stepped down from the altar and made his way back to his parents. He sat down, and his mother took his hand. "That was beautiful," she told him. "I'm so proud of you, and Clarke would be too."

End Flashback

Yes, sad note to end on, I know. But I put a small avpm quote, so if you can find it you get a virtual cookie ;)

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