Holala chicas! Your reviews for this story have been unreal. My other story has hit over 100 reviews, and I feel like an offical fanfiction author now, uk?

I'm so proud of myself :') hahahhaha

I'm hyper today...in case any of you care. I ate like a whole batch of cookies, and then made myself a shirley temple out of Crystal Light raspberry lemonade and Sprite Zero. hahah ;D it was tasty, much to my suprise. But it completely lacked sugar, seeing as how they both contained large amounts of aspirtane. Man, that was like aspirtane heaven, now that I think about it...lol

Anywho, on with the update! I dont have a lot to say today.

When Finn pulled into the parking lot, Blaine started to become even more worried. Visiting Kurt in the hospital made the whole situation seem even more real. He glanced at the sign. It said Intensive Care Unit.

Blaine blinked at the sign and turned to Finn, who was looking at him in concern.

"This is where we parked last time," Finn explained, "So calm down. He's not actually in the ICU."

Blaine let out a long breath, realizing that he had been holding his breath through Finn's explanation.

As they walked into the hospital, something seemed familiar about the place. They walked up to the front desk and asked where they could find Kurt, and then they walked through the hospital to the section where Kurt was. They passed the maternity ward, the emergency room, and the dreaded ICU. But what they passed next made Blaine stop in his tracks.

It was the Pediatric Cancer center.

It dawned on him then. This was where he had visited Clarke so many times. He vaguely remembered his mom saying that Lima had the best child's cancer center in Ohio.

But as he regained his ability to walk and breathe again, another thought hit him.

This was where Clarke had died.

Blaine put his hand on the wall, steadying himself as he felt his balance waver under him. Finn noticed that he had stopped following behind him, and he turned around.

"Are you okay?" Finn asked, "Are you nervous to see him or something? Because he doesn't look that bad and-"

Blaine shook his head. "No, it's not that," he said, his voice cracking, "It's just that – this is where my sister – where she died."

"Oh," Finn said, "Well if it's too much I could take you home."

"No," Blaine blurted out as quickly as he could, "I have to see Kurt."

Finn nodded, gave Blaine a quick pat on the shoulder and they continued walking down the hallway.

This was where he had made that promise to Clarke. The one he'd never been able to fulfill.

Blaine sighed and swatted those thoughts away. Right now, all that mattered was that he was going to see Kurt, who was still alive and whole. For the most part, anyway.

As they approached the kidney, lung, and heart part of the hospital, a receptionist sitting at her desk stopped them from going any further.

"Who are you boys here for?" She asked.

Finn was about to respond when Blaine stepped in front of him, giving him a look that said Let me handle this.

Finn nodded and took a step back, giving Blaine some more room.

"We're here for Kurt Hummel," Blaine stated, not even an inch of doubt in his voice.

"It's passed visiting hours for anyone who's not family," She told them, her tone bored.

"Oh, we're family," Blaine said, looking at her with a sincere expression on his face. This was what Blaine was good at. He was a people person, and he knew it.

She paused and looked at them up and down. "You are?"

Blaine nodded. "We're his brothers," he stated without any hesitation.

"Oh," she said, looking slightly embarrassed, "Go ahead then."

"Thank you so much, ma'am," Blaine told her as he gave her his dazzling smile. He saw her blush slightly, but she said nothing else.

"Dude," Finn said in awe once they were in the clear, "That was amazing!"

Blaine smiled at Finn. "It's just something I'm good at."

"Man," Finn responded, still in a state of shock, "You're gay and you're more of a ladies man than I am! How is that fair?"

Blaine just laughed and winked at Finn. It was good to be able to just let loose for a minute, to just laugh with a friend about Blaine's impeccable charm and dapperness.

His appearance of dapper and smooth Blaine had appeared a few months after his transfer to Dalton. He hadn't really felt like he belonged there at first, and since his parents had basically disowned him, he decided to just become a little more refined. He went out and bought hair gel and started the tame his curls. He then wrote a letter to his parents, telling them about how he was getting wonderful grades, and how he had so many wonderful friends, and how the Warblers were wonderful. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. That had been his signature word.

But he mostly did it because of Clarke. She had always told him that if he just tuned himself up a bit, he would become a people magnet. She said he had the charm, the wit, the social skills to become someone everyone loved, but it was just the fact that he looked a little 'hudlumish.'

Clarke was very insightful for a nine year old. His mother had always described her as a thirty year old trapped in a child's body, and it was times like that Blaine saw what she was talking about.

A day after he tamed his hair, Wes offered him a solo for Regionals. A week after, he'd become known as 'Dapper Blaine.' A year later, everyone knew who he really was on the inside but didn't bug him about the fact that he always put up his 'Dapper Blaine' persona. And then the year after that, Kurt had shown up. He'd changed Blaine, the only thing he couldn't do was get Blaine to wear his hair curly and ungelled.

As Blaine was thinking, he nearly ran into Finn when he stopped at a door.

"This is it," Finn told him, eyeing him cautiously. "Can you handle this?"

Blaine thought about that. Could he handle this? What should he expect? If he broke down in front of Kurt, it'd probably just make the sick boy worse. He didn't want to.

"I've got to," Blaine finally responded.

Finn nodded and opened the door a crack. "Kurt, someone's here to see you."

"Who?" Blaine heard Kurt ask. His voice sounded dry and gravely. "It's past visiting hours for non-family members."

Finn didn't answer, instead ushering for Blaine to enter the room. Blaine took a deep breath and stepped inside so that he was just inside the door. "Hi," he said, not realizing he had whispered until it was fully out.

"Hi," Kurt whispered back. His voice was filled with emotion, and his eyes were lighting up at the sight of Blaine.

"I promised I'd see you tonight," Blaine told him, giving Kurt a weak smile.

Kurt smiled back. That was when Blaine noticed his appearance. He looked paler than he did that morning, and he had dark circles under his eyes. There were tubes attached to his arms, and he could hear the faint but steady beeping coming from the heart monitor.

Blaine hadn't even registered the fact that Burt and Carole were in the room until they stood up.

"We're going to get some coffee," Carole said, dragging Burt along, "We'll be back in a while." She gave Blaine a quick pinch on the cheek and a sweet smile before walking out.

Blaine didn't move. He stayed where he was, just inside the door. He turned around and closed it and then gave his full attention back to Kurt.

He could feel Kurt studying him, watching his every move.

"Come here," Kurt instructed after a few minutes of silence, patting the bed next to him.

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked him. "I don't want to hurt you."

Kurt scoffed. "Please, Blaine," he said, motioning again for Blaine to come sit by him, "I honestly don't know why I have to stay here. So I need to eat more. I don't need to stay here for two days for that."

Blaine made his way over to Kurt and lay down next to him. He grasped Kurt's hands in his own and squeezed them gently, trying to warm them up. "You're sick, Kurt," Blaine said gently, "They just want to make sure you're okay."

"Blaine, they aren't even doing anything," Kurt scoffed again. "These tubes are just for my vital signs and for medicine that I could take orally."

"They're just being careful."

Kurt nodded and leaned his head back on his pillow. "I know," he sighed, "It's just that I hate being cooped up in here. I'm sick, yeah, but I'm not dysfunctional."

Blaine looked down. This was one of the things he usually loved about Kurt, how sassy, sarcastic, and independent he was.

Blaine knew that Kurt understood the seriousness of his situation, and he knew that Kurt was trying to downplay it for Blaine's sake.

"So how did you get in here?" Kurt asked a few moments later, breaking Blaine's thinking.

"I may have sweet talked the receptionist into thinking I was your brother," Blaine admitted.

Kurt smiled and snuggled into Blaine's chest. "Well I hope you're not my brother," Kurt said, "Because then I wouldn't be able to do this."

Kurt leaned up and pressed his lips to Blaine's, his hands against his chest. Blaine moaned slightly and wound his arms around Kurt's waste, pulling him closer and being careful not to tangle his wires.

Here they were, Kurt with kidney failure and Blaine emotionally distraught, making out in a hospital bed.

Kurt trailed his mouth down Blaine's jaw and onto his neck, kissing up and down it sloppily. Blaine shivered when he reached the crook of his neck. He could feel Kurt smile against his skin, and then bite down gently at the spot. Blaine moaned at the feeling of Kurt's lips, his teeth, his tongue on his skin. He put his hand under Kurt's chin and brought his lips back to his, kissing him more passionately than he had before.

He heard Kurt groan slightly, which caused Blaine to pull away.

"Did I hurt you?" Blaine asked nervously.

"God, Blaine," Kurt whined, "I groaned because you felt and tasted so good. Not because you'd hurt me at all."

"Oh," Blaine said sheepishly.

Kurt laughed. "Now get back here," he instructed Blaine.

Blaine happily obliged, leaning in to connect their lips again, this time filled with love and hope. He kissed Kurt lightly, relishing in the fact that for the moment, Kurt was here and alright.

Blaine lost track of time, completely consumed in the kiss.

He heard someone clear their throat at the door, and he gently moved Kurt off of him and quickly jumped away.

He looked up and saw Finn standing awkwardly at the door. "Um," he stuttered, "Mom told me to come and get you, Blaine, that everyone except one person has to leave now."

Blaine nodded and gave Finn a look, telling him that he understood and wanted a second alone with Kurt.

Blaine turned to Kurt with worry in his eyes.

"I'll be fine, Blaine," Kurt told him, rolling his eyes.

Blaine's eyes softened a bit, but he still couldn't help but worry. He grabbed Kurt's hand and held it in both of his. "Are you sure?"

Kurt nodded and Blaine leaned down to press a kiss against his hair.

"I love you," he told Kurt, "Don't ever forget that."

Kurt smiled and pulled Blaine down to his lips, savoring the kiss. "I won't," Kurt told him, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Blaine walked out of the room, blowing Kurt one last kiss.

As he walked towards Finn, he thought about what Kurt had said. I'll see you tomorrow. The same line Blaine told Clarke so long ago had taken on a whole new meaning.

This time, Blaine had had it said to him. Kurt would be there tomorrow. Blaine was sure of it.

"Ready to get out of this hell hole?" Finn asked once Blaine reached him.

Blaine laughed. "You have no idea."

They walked back to Finn's car, and Blaine felt something he hadn't felt in a few days. He felt hope.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Poor Blainey-Boo. But we got some Klaine action! yeahhhh. Distraught!Blaine really gets to me...i think its because Darren's never upset or complainng about anything...ahahah.

So what do you guys think of a oneshot based off of the complete lack of Klaine in the Rumours episode?

And fyi, I'm planning to do a oneshot/maybe multichapter story about Clarke and Blaine before she died, but that won't be happening for a while, i don't think.

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