A/N: I know it's been a while. Sorry. Been working on a bunch of other things.

Kurt's eyes skirted over the barren grounds. "Shady Acres Park" really was shady… He'd never been to a place like this, and honestly didn't know what to expect.

Blaine had woken up that morning with a headache and a stomach twinge. He told Kurt it was nothing, and that he wanted to go to the interview as well, but Kurt wouldn't even let him out of bed. He just made him a cup of soup, handed him two Tylenol, kissed his head, and assured him he would be fine. When he left, Blaine was almost asleep again. Kurt left the apartment, and was then slightly scared.

He walked now among the debris on the ground, looking for trailer 257 out of the only five trailers in the park. He found it eventually, and looked at the sheet of paper in his hand again.

Sylvia Planks

Trailer 257, Shady Acres Park,

New York, New York

5 years experience

Kurt knocked on the door tentatively, not sure what to expect. When the door opened, he held his breath. A tall, lean woman with a gaunt face and calloused hands answered, a cigarette between her teeth. She had flat black hair, grey eyes, and a pale complexion. She was pretty, and looked a lot like the picture Blaine and Kurt had seen, just not as happy or clean.

"Uh, hi," Kurt said nervously. "I'm Kurt Hummel, I'm a client with Mrs. Orson at the surrogacy office. Are you Sylvia Planks?"

The woman didn't smile invitingly. She instead grimaced, and faced the young man with severity. "Nah, I'm Stacy, her sister," she said through her cigarette. Sylvia's inside, although, I don't think you want to meet her."

"Well, I kind of have to," Kurt said, stepping forward, a hint of hardness in his voice. "I'm interviewing her for the surrogate mother for my fiancé and I, and I need to know who I'm hiring before I hire her. So, could I please meet her?" Kurt thanked God that he hadn't chosen this time to sound like whiny 12 year old girl.

The woman eyed him dangerously, blew a puff of smoke in his face, and moved aside. Kurt entered, and was greeted by the stench of death. Stacy moved ahead of him moving down the skinny hallway to the room at the end of it. She opened the door, and motioned for Kurt to enter. Kurt stood in the doorway, and backed up against the wall.

Inside was a single bed, and the room itself smelled horrendous. A woman was sleeping (or dead?) in the bed, yellow and really thin. Her hair hung in clumps. Kurt felt tears hit his eyes. She looked like… no…

"Wha-What happened to her?"

"She got cancer. The only reason we are still with the agency is because we need the money to keep her alive and pay for medical bills. But she can't carry children anymore."

All Kurt heard was cancer, and bolted out of the trailer. He ran to his car, started it, and drove as fast as the law would allow back to the apartment.

He fumbled with the keys, unlocked the door, and slammed it behind him. It was then that he collapsed onto the ground, crying. He let it all out, not really caring if he woke Blaine. His cries echoed through the apartment, and suddenly heard a crash somewhere. He didn't need to look up to know that Blaine was already over him, trying to look at him.

"Kurt?" Blaine reached to grasp Kurt's chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. Blue met hazel, and Blaine felt himself brimming with tears. He couldn't look at Kurt like this, seeing so much pain in his eyes. He kissed Kurt, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. When they released each other, Kurt sobbed harder and fell right into Blaine's arms.

Hours later, when they had both eaten and calmed down, Blaine decided to talk to Kurt about what had happened. Kurt explained to him about the woman he saw, and how she was cheating the company by not telling them she had cancer. He guessed they never found out because her sister covered for her during meetings.

"I couldn't even talk to anyone after I saw her," Kurt whispered. "She looked… she looked like…"

"She looked like your mom before she died, didn't she?" Blaine asked. He didn't even need Kurt to nod his head, as his eyes began to brim with tears again.

"Oh, Kurt," he whispered, hugging his fiance to him, rocking him.

` "It was just so awful," Kurt whimpered. "I couldn't handle it. I felt like I was young again, and I was looking at her the day before she died. It would have been worse if the woman was awake and smiling as though nothing was wrong. My mother never had a worry about anything when I was around her."

"I can understand why," Blaine nodded. "I never worry when I'm with you, unless you start to have problems. Then I worry about only you."

Kurt looked at Blaine, and kissed his jaw. Blaine smiled.

"I love you," Kurt whispered into Blaine's collarbone, "so much. You don't even know."

Blaine chuckled. "Other way around, actually," he said.

An hour later, they were asleep in each others arms.

A/N: I know It's not long, but I'm starting develop writer's block. I know. Evil.

A/N: Title song is "Sylvia" by The Antlers.