Disclaimer: I would if I could, but I don't so I won't.
The moment Finn's words left his mouth Glee Club was in an uproar, sort of. More like a blaring silence. Then the words registered.
"What do you mean his appointment was this morning?" Puck asked before anyone else opened their mouth.
"Um…I'm pretty sure they made his appointment for the morning," Finn started, his face screwed up as he tried to remember what exactly Burt had told his mom while he had been shoveling food into his mouth, Something about being sick…or sleeping…Oh yeah! "They make the appointments for the morning because he gets sick afterwards, and if they make them in the morning he won't be sick by the time it's dark!" The words flew out of Finn's mouth so he wouldn't forget.
"So he had an appointment in the morning, and came here, knowing there was a high possibility that he would be sick," Artie repeated slowly, "Why does this seem like something Kurt would do."
Before anyone could respond the door to the choir room reopened and Kurt walked back into the room, "Sorry about that."
When no one responded Kurt glanced from one face to another, and not recognizing the expressions on their faces asked, "What?"
"You had a treatment, for cancer this morning, and you came to Glee," Mercedes told him.
"Um, yeah, I don't really want to miss too much of class, because then I'll fall behind," Kurt said, a frown forming on his face, "It's not really a big deal. I mean I know what to expect, and I can deal with anything that happens."
"Don't you think you should have informed us of this decision before you went through with it," Rachel began, "After all it affects us all as a Glee Clu-"
"It was his choice Man-Hands, now shut your mouth before I am forced to walk over there and shut it for you," Santana said as she looked at her own hands, which were perfectly manicured, and not at all mannish.
"Wha-" Rachel started to say, but Mercedes interrupted her.
"How are you really white boy?" She asked as Kurt made his way towards the empty chair next to her.
"Not bad," Kurt told her, and Santana snorted, "No, really. The first session is rough and all, but it isn't really that bad. It doesn't get really bad until the first month is over and all the chemicals start working, or not working as the case may be."
"So it's going to get worse?" Quinn asked, looking at him closely.
"Yeah, it will," Kurt shrugged, "But I can handle it. I have before."
"That really isn't reassuring," Puck muttered, but Brittany was the only one who heard him. She looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face, which he matched. She looked away, back towards the rest of the Glee Club who were still focused on Kurt. Once Puck looked back towards the group as well Brittany looked at him again.
"So you're going to have morning treatments for the rest of the week?" Mercedes asked.
"Yeah, if I can I'll try to make it to school, if not Finn's going to pick up my homework," Kurt replied. The others glanced over at Finn, who stared back in confusion.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Quinn asked carefully.
"Well, he comes to my house anyways, you know cause he lives there," Kurt said, a sarcastic overtone in his voice made Puck smile. Brittany, who saw this, frowned in concentration, as if she was trying to work out a puzzle that didn't make sense.
"We know he lives there," Mike said, "We're just saying, you know. Maybe he isn't the best choice to get your homework. I mean does he even know what classes you have?"
"Of course I know what classes Kurt has!" Finn said indignantly. The others stared at him, and Finn leaned towards Rachel, "Do you know what classes Kurt has?" He asked out of the corner of his mouth.
"I am willing to gather Kurt's homework and bring it to him on the days he is not able to attend classes, after all it would be for the good of the Glee Club and-" Rachel started saying.
"You know, how about I just grab your homework for you," Mercedes said, nudging Kurt with her elbow, "I know what classes you have, where you live, and it will give me an excuse to check on your white ass."
Kurt smiled, "Okay, that might be a better idea."
"Hey! I'm not that bad," Finn exclaimed, the others stared, "Okay, maybe I am that bad…"
"There is no doubt about that," Puck said, and exchanged a high five with Mike as Finn frowned. "Hey, you know it's true." Finn started to say something, but before he could Mr. Schuester clapped his hands and spoke.
"Alright, now that we have everything sorted out, let's start working on some possible set lists for Sectionals. If anyone has an idea I'd love to hear it."
As Rachel stood up and began delivering another speech about how her idea was perfect, and would definitely win them a spot at Regionals, and of course it would showcase her as a soloist, Kurt's eyes started to droop closed. It had been a long day, even if it was only early afternoon, and everything was catching up to him. No one noticed as his chin drooped down to his chest except Puck, who was watching him rather intently, and Brittany, who was still staring at Puck.
Kurt woke up with a start when Rachel's voice screeched about how she should be the soloist, not Santana, and Santana started back about how she may not be in the ghetto anymore, but that did not mean she wouldn't cut a bitch. He rubbed his eyes as Rachel squawked about being called a bitch. He noticed Mercedes was texting next to him, and rubbed his head. God, I'm tired, Kurt thought, then he felt his stomach twist in nausea. And I feel sick, great, He thought as he struggled to hold back the heaving motion. Puck, of course, noticed, and leaned towards him.
"You okay Hummel?"
Kurt nodded quickly, and held back another heave, his face grew paler.
"Cause you don't really look that great. In fact, you look kind of pale."
Kurt drew in a quick breath and whispered furiously, "I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
"You know, if you're going to puke," Kurt's face turned a little green at this, "The bathroom is definitely the best place for that."
"I hate you right now," Kurt whispered before he stood up and hurried out the door. Mr. Schue threw a questioning glance at Mercedes who shrugged as she returned to her phone.
"Kurt wasn't feeling to good," Puck said, "The medicine, you know."
Mercedes turned to look at him in curiosity, but Mr. Schuester took his words at face value and returned to settling the disagreement between Santana and Rachel, which looked like it was bordering on a full out fist fight, at least on the part of Santana. Rachel looked like she wasn't sure if she wanted to continue yelling or run screaming.
At least this is entertaining, Puck thought.
The rest of the day passed much the same way, Kurt made it through most of his classes with little incident. He had to get out of class a couple times to throw up, but there were no sharp pains, no real headaches. Nothing of any note until he was making his way to his last class of the day and found himself becoming very familiar with a wall of lockers.
Ow, Kurt thought as he made full frontal contact. He felt something in his chest pop, and his eyes widened. Oh shit. This is not good. This is not good. He felt blood bubbling up in the now gaping hole that once surrounded his catheter. Oh shit.
He put his hand against the wound, trying to hold in the blood. Where is it? He thought looking frantically down at the ground. There it is! He thought as he reached toward it with the hand not attempting to hold his blood in his body. He managed to grab the blood covered catheter.
"What are you doing?" A voice asked from behind Kurt. He looked up into the eyes of Puck, who had a slightly amused expression on his face. That is, he looked amused until he saw the blood seeping through Kurt's shirt.
"Puck, I need to get to the hospital."
So, what did you think? I'd love to hear your thoughts, if it isn't realistic, sorry. I just needed it to work this way to fit where I wanted to take the story.
~Scarlet Letters.
