Having their own apartment and living in New York was great, but sometimes Kurt really missed Ohio. He missed being with his dad and Carole and sometimes...he really really missed his mom. Kurt went to his closet and pulled out an old photo album and brought it over to his bed. He sat it down and then took a seat on the bed, crossing his legs "pretzel" style. He began to flip through the pages. There were pictures of him as a baby, cradled in his mother's arms, her bright blue eyes staring down at him and a smile across her face. As he kept going, the pictures progressed. They showed Kurt dressed in a tutu with a crown on his head, smiling his cheeky little smile.

"You know, you can definitely rock a tutu." Blaine laughed as he sat down on the bed next to Kurt.

"That was one of my favorite costumes as a kid." Kurt replied. "Dad tried to get me a fireman, cop, and a doctor costume, but all I wanted was the tutu, crown and wand." Kurt continued to flip through the pictures until he got to the very last page. It was a picture of Kurt and his mom sitting under a tree at the park. Kurt was fast asleep, nestled in his mother's arms.

"That's a beautiful picture." Blaine told him, pointing to the picture.

"That's the last photo I have of my mom." Kurt said sadly. "She was in an accident about three weeks later. It was raining and dark and she got hit by a drunk driver. The car flipped and she hit her head. I-I was at home with Dad. I was eight…"

"Oh Kurt, I'm so sorry." Blaine said. "I can't imagine how hard that must have been." Kurt nodded, wiping away a few stray tears.

"Come on. I don't want to cry." Kurt said. "It's your turn. Let me see your embarrassing baby photos."

"Umm- no I don't think I have any with me." Blaine stuttered.

"Oh please, I know you love pictures and scrapbooking." Kurt replied. "Hand it over." Blaine frowned and walked over to the other side of the bed and pulled out a box. Inside of the box was a large scrapbook. He pulled it out and set it on the bed. "Can I look?" Kurt asked, and Blaine nodded. He opened the book and cooed over the pictures of Blaine as a baby."You had so much hair!" he laughed. The pictures continued to progress. When he got to the pictures of Blaine when he was six and seven, they changed. "Where did all of your hair go? Did you get gum stuck in it or something?" Kurt asked.

"Ummm no…" Blaine said. "Kurt, there's actually something I wanted to tell you for a long time." he added. He turned to the next page and there was six year old Blaine, completely bald in a hospital bed. "I had cancer as a kid."

"What?" Kurt exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me? Do you still have it?"

"I'm currently still in remission. I've been in remission for nine years." Blaine told him. "It was kidney cancer. I had a tumor called a nephroblastoma, which is extremely rare in children. I did two courses of chemotherapy, radiation, but nothing helped. I- uhh- was dying. I got put on the transplant list and I waited for a really long time. The night of my transplant, I was circling the drain. I was gonna die that night, but then they had this emergent case come into the ER and the woman was a donor. We were a perfect match and I got her kidney. She saved my life."

"Oh my God…" Kurt said, suddenly he stood up and ran to his closet, looking through various boxes.

"Kurt, what are you looking for?" Blaine asked. Kurt didn't reply. He found the box he had been looking for and set it on the bed before pulling out a piece of pink construction paper. "What's that?"

"This is a card from the little boy who got my mom's kidney." Kurt said, tear in his eyes. He opened the card and began to read, "Dear family of my angel, I am so sorry that you lost your loved one, but I know that she's up in Heaven looking down on all of us. I got her kidney and she saved my life. Thank you so much. -Blaine Anderson." Kurt was sobbing at that point.

"I-I remember making that." Blaine said. "I was still in the hospital. I demanded that the nurse bring me crayons and paper. I needed to thank the family of my angel." he cried. "I can't believe it was your mom."

"I can't believe it either." Kurt said. "I always wondered who my mom saved with her organs. I can't believe it was you."

"It's a small world." Blaine replied. "Having cancer changed my whole life. I got involved with the arts because of it. You can't really do sports with one kidney. It was a miracle that my kidney wasn't injured when I got bashed. It was what made me so protective over your dad when he got cancer."

"I never understood why you did that." Kurt replied."But I do now."

"If this isn't a sign that we were meant to be together, I don't know what is." Blaine replied. "I think your mom would approve of us."

"I think she would." Kurt replied. "She was your perfect match, so it only makes sense that her son would be too. I love you."

"I love you too." Blaine replied, before pulling into Kurt into a hug. It truly was a small world.

Okay...I know this was a little out there, but I was inspired when I went to this fundraiser at my school. It's called THON and it raises money and awareness for pediatric cancer. Basically it's a twelve hour dance marathon and you can't sit done. Needless to say I was very tired, but very inspired. So, I hope you guys enjoyed. Let me know what you though about the drabble in a review :)

Also, I didn't get that many prompts so I am still taking them. Just put them in a review or private message (PM)

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