Author's Note: This is a therapy fic. I'm writing this as a way to cope with the struggles that come with Invisible Illnesses, both having one myself, and living with a family member with multiple ones. If at any time the characters in this story seem to have struggles so far out there, that it all seems made up, please keep in mind that these are the struggles of those living with Invisible Illnesses every day, and noneof them are made up.

Invisible Illnesses expected to turn up in this story:

Chronic Migraines, Multiple Sclerosis, Fibromyalgia, and Diabetes. Others may make appearances, but these you can be sure will show up.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine.

The next Monday Kurt was busy working on a paper for British Lit, the working title being 'Why Macbeth was a douche bag.' He was in the middle of the library at Dalton when he was suddenly blinded, when someone put hands over his eyes. It momentarily scared Kurt until he heard the voice whisper in his ear "Guess who…?" Smiling Kurt reached his arm back to pull Blaine's face closer to the front of his, and blindly kissed him "Mmm…" Blaine said, "… chocolately." Kurt stifled a laugh, he was in the library after all. Blaine let go of Kurt's eyes and quickly grabbed an empty seat at the table and brought it around closer to Kurt.

"So what are you doing here, interrupting my writing time?" Kurt asked playfully. Blaine just smiled and leaned in.

"I was sort of hoping I could get you to take a break…" Blaine wiggled his eyebrows up and down which he knows Kurt can't ignore….can deny, but can't ignore. Kurt burst into giggles, but looks at his watch to see that it was 2:45. They had 45 minutes until Warbler practice, however Kurt had only been working on his paper for about 15 minutes.

"I really should get this paper done Blaine…." Kurt trails off…hesitance rearing its ugly head. Whether it's hesitance about completing the assignment, or sneaking off for a break, Blaine wasn't quite sure.

"When is it due?" Blaine asked, and that's when Kurt knew the answer to the unspoken dilemma.

"Monday…" Blaine smiled evilly.

"Perfect. Now pack up your stuff, let's go." When Kurt wavered just a tiny bit, Blaine gave him the puppy dog pout, that no man could resist. Kurt sighed to himself and put his paper and books away. When he finished, Blaine grabbed his hand and started dragging him through the halls.

"Where are we going?" Kurt asked in a huff. He was used to being dragged places by Blaine, but that didn't mean he didn't still like to know where he was going. Blaine came to an abrupt stop and turned to look at Kurt.

"Just trust me." Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt chastely on his lips. It was the type of kiss Kurt loved. Don't get him wrong, he loved pretty much every type of kiss that he and Blaine ever shared, but it was the sweet ones that just emphasized romance, and not carnal desires that he adored so much.

"Fine…" Kurt was then continued to be dragged around Dalton until they came across the parking lot. "Okay, where are we going?" Kurt asked, confused, because to really go anywhere, they'd have to drive. To spend any real amount of time together that didn't include driving they'd have to go somewhere extremely close due to Warbler's practice.

"Well… I got Wes to cancel Warbler's practice today." Blaine grinned like a fool. Kurt wasn't as amused.

"Now why exactly would you go and do a foolish thing like that?" Blaine just kept grinning, as if he were hiding something. "Blaine you are not planning on dragging me to some mall where all the Warblers are going to come out of hiding and start singing are you? If you do, I'm going to have to break up with you." Kurt joked, but somewhat serious. Blaine just burst out laughing and shook his head.

"No, nothing like that. Though good to know for the future. Anything I should know that I can't do without risking our relationship?" he asked Kurt playfully, who just smacked him on the arm. Blaine pulled him over towards his Miada and said "C'mon, hop in."

"Where are we going, Blaine?"

"I thought you trusted me?" Blaine asked, mocking hurt feelings.

"That's when I thought we were staying on Dalton's campus." Kurt drawled. "Now that I know you're kidnapping me, my trust I feel my trust was a little misplaced." Kurt told him, a smile shining through his displeasure. Blaine just pushed him up against the car and started to kiss his jaw, muttering all the way up to his ear.

"It's not kidnapping if you want to go, right?" Kurt giggled and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and pulled him in for a kiss, a deeper kiss than they shared before. Kurt was the first one to introduce tongues into the kiss, but Blaine was the one who upped the rating when he subconsciously pressed his hips into Kurt's, making both of them moan.

"Mmm…Ah!" Kurt squealed. Blaine made a similar groan of appreciation but pulled back at Kurt's squawk.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, but Kurt just shook his head.

"Nothing, but I'm not doing this," he gestured to the two of them, "and then getting one of these," he gestured towards both of their crotches "in public, Blaine." Blaine gave a small pout but nodded his head, and reaching over to pull the door to his car open.

"C'mon, get in. We're going to go somewhere special…" Blaine smiled.

Kurt wondered allowed, "Where?"

"My house."

As Kurt and Blaine pulled up to the Anderson house, Kurt felt a twinge in the back of his head, but he didn't think much of it because as soon as it appeared, it went away. Dalton was only about a 10 minute drive from the Anderson House and Kurt kept asking Blaine what they were going to be doing while there, but Blaine was keeping quiet on the subject.

"You'll find out when we get there…" Blaine reassured him. It was starting to grate on Kurt's nerves that he didn't know why they were going to the Anderson house. They never went to the Anderson house, for reasons unbeknownst to Kurt. Whenever the two spent any alone time together, it was always at the Hudmel house, or out in one of their cars after a date.

But as they walked into the house, Kurt could smell something delicious in the air. "Oh my, that smell is heavenly…" Kurt sang the praises of whomever was cooking something wonderful in the kitchen. It smelled like apples and cinnamon, and Kurt was all but drooling. But remembering the promise of finding out precisely why they were at Blaine's home, Kurt turned to Blaine, hands on his hips and a sass in his step that reminded Blaine of just how much he loved his boyfriend. "you promised you'd tell me why we're here when we got here….now tell me!"

Laughing Blaine just shook his head and started pulling him towards the kitchen. "Well you see….It seems today is a special day…" Blaine offered nonchalantly. "A very special day…" They walked into the kitchen and saw Julia Anderson pulling, what looks to be a freshly baked apple pie out of the oven.

"Hello boys…" She smiled, placing the pie on the counter. "I hear it's someone's two month anniversary today?" Kurt gasped. How could he forget his and Blaine's two month anniversary? Well probably because on their first month's anniversary they had dinner with the Anderson's and it wasn't the brightest memory Kurt's ever had. Not the worst, but most certainly not the brightest, even if he did best James Anderson in a game of car trivia.

"Oh my… how could I forget?" Kurt asked Blaine, a blush running up his face.

"You've been preoccupied lately. What with school, migraines, and me being my crazy self…" Blaine smiled at Kurt, as his mom just looked at the two of them amusingly.

"It's true," Julia chimed in. "Putting up with Blaine is a full time job, in and of itself." The two of them laughed at Blaine's misery as he just gave his mom the look.

"Anyway…" Blaine said pointedly at his mother, who just smirked. "I figured we could both use a break from school. Neither of us should be cooped up in the library writing papers on Macbeth, or the Korean War when we could be enjoying this afternoon." Kurt grinned.

"I like the way you think." He pulled his boyfriend into a hug and didn't let go as they let loose a tiny bit. "But why are we here? No offense, I love this house. But we never come here….why is that?" Kurt asked Blaine.

Julia answered. "That would be, because of James and me, Kurt." she spoke up, making Kurt whip around, letting go of Blaine who pouted at the loss of his boyfriend in his arms. "While we're perfectly happy with the two of you….James and I aren't comfortable with you two spending time here, alone." The word unchaperoned is left hanging in the balance. "With James' crazy hours at the office, and my 12 hours shifts at the hospital, we're not usually home during any normal hours for you two to hang out here."

"Ahh.." Kurt said, annoyed that they didn't trust the two, but knowing what he and Blaine would probably get up to in a house like this alone for extended periods of time, it was probably a good call on the parenting front.

"I've taken the next week off. I do this about twice a year, give me a chance to rest." Kurt nodded.

"My step-mom does it sometimes too. She's a nurse…wait what hospital?" Kurt asked, curiously.

"Lima General." Kurt was genuinely surprised.

"That would be where she works. Carole Hummel?" Kurt offered, to which Julia just nodded.

"I've worked with her on a few patient cases. She's a wonderful woman." Kurt nods.

"That she is… I didn't know she was a nurse when I first introduced her to my father… but it turned out that her being a nurse…was actually an extreme help last year…"

"What makes you say that?" She asked.

"She helps me take care of my dad…. He had a heart attack last year and without her…he'd probably be sneaking foods he's not allowed to eat." Julia just chuckled.

"Yea, heart attack patients have a tendency to do that. I can't tell you how many times I've heard the dining staff complain about heart attack victims trying to order red meat from the menu when they're on a strict heart healthy diet." They both just rolled their eyes. But Blaine was starting to get antsy, and wanted to spend some time alone with Kurt, so he intervened on the little bonding fest his mom and Kurt seemed to be having.

"So Kurt, why don't you head on up to my room? I'll grab us some drinks and be up in a minute?" Kurt furrowed his eyebrows a little but nodded.

"Bye Mrs. Anderson, it was nice talking to you."

"Please, call me Julia." Kurt nodded, and walked in the general direction of Blaine's bedroom. Blaine on the other hand walked after him a few steps, to make sure he was actually going to his room, and then walked back over to his mother. "So you said he was having migraines?" She asked in a hushed whisper…

"Oh God…" Kurt moaned as Blaine found that sweet spot on his throat that turned him into a quivering mess every time. He knew it, Blaine knew it and Blaine took full advantage of that fact every time they made out. Because apparently that's what "enjoying the afternoon" entails when its one's two month anniversary. Kurt was laying down on Blaine's bed with Blaine laying on his side, switching between kissing Kurt on his lips, his cheek, his throat, his collarbone, or any other piece of exposed skin he could reach. Kurt had to stop him from ripping the collar on the Dalton polo even further down his chest than the buttons allowed.

"I love you Kurt…" Blaine murmured before resuming his attack on Kurt's neck. Kurt, unable to do anything more strenuous than tilt his head to the right so as to give Blaine a bit more room to work with. Without warning Blaine started to kiss and suck a little harder on Kurt's neck than Kurt had been expecting and with a heavy sigh, pushed Blaine off of him.

"Whoa…no hickeys Blaine." Kurt reminded him of the last time Blaine had given him a hickey. The second week they had been dating, and Burt had threatened Blaine with bodily harm if he did it again. "At least…no where anyone can see." Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes with an evil expression lurking deep within his own and lowered his mouth as far down Kurt's chest as he could and began sucking lightly, slowly increasing the suction until a nice small red bruise began to form.

Blaine grinned a happy grin and Kurt pulled him up so they could kiss again. This time Kurt was the one to move his tongue along Blaine's lips, requesting permission to enter. Blaine opened his mouth as if to say "Permission Granted." They continued in this fashion for the next few minutes, tongues battling for dominance until they both just broke away, trying to catch their breath. As they both laid there, lost in their own thoughts, presumably about the other, Kurt had to wonder something.

"Blaine, I'm never one to say no to making out, but did we really just do that with your mom downstairs?" Blaine beamed. The two never really did much of anything when others were in the house….which is why when Blaine spent the night at Kurt's it was such a foreign concept to them that morning when everyone was asleep.

"It's fine, Kurt. She and I…came to an understanding…" Kurt looked intrigued, and felt a stab of something deep within his head. Whether it was from pain or impatience on what Blaine was about to say…Kurt didn't know. "She knows that I would never allow anything bigger than this to happen with her downstairs. For one…you, my dear, would be mortified." Kurt nodded, the sharp pain hitting him again. "Two neither of us are ready for anything more…" Once again, Kurt nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. Kurt may not be the baby penguin he once was, but he's still not evolved into a sex shark.

"So we just get some alone time together, without anyone walking in on us?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded. Kurt smirked. "Well then…let's not waste it." He said, pulling Blaine's head back down towards his so he could capture Blaine's lips. They persisted and every time Blaine's tongue swiped Kurt's it was like a jolt of electricity went surging throughout Kurt's body. But with every jolt of electricity, came a jolt of pain in a certain vicinity of Kurt's brain. He tried ignoring it, and just enjoying Blaine's attentions, but he couldn't.

After about 15 minutes of the intermittent sharp stabbing pains to the right side of his head, he had to take a break. "I'm sorry Blaine…" He hated doing this. He hated how his migraines were affecting his relationship with Blaine. It sucked and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Your head again?" Blaine asked, Kurt nodded, almost imperceptibly so as not to shake his head too much.

"I don't know why, but every few seconds or so, I'd get this sharp stabbing pain in the right side of my head." He said, rubbing his temples, but knowing it wouldn't do any good.

"Kurt, I know you don't want to hear this…" Blaine trailed off, and Kurt looked up at him, and just shook his head.

"You're right, Blaine. I don't want to hear it…" Kurt reminded him. Gosh how he hated this. Every time he got a migraine, someone was telling him to go to the doctor. What was a doctor going to do? What was a doctor who didn't know Kurt from Adam, going to do about migraines that he couldn't prove were actually there?

"You need to see a doctor!" Blaine cried out, but Kurt just rolled off the bed and stood up.

"No, I don't Blaine. I don't need to see a doctor."

"A doctor will be able to help you, Kurt! Help you stop the migraines, or at least lessen the severity of them!" Blaine countered.

"No doctor is going to be able to fix my head, so why bother trying? Doctors don't do anything but tell you there's nothing they can do. They said it for my mom. They said it when my dad was in his coma. Why would they tell me any different? It's the Hummel family tradition, doctors can't help you, so why bother trying?" Kurt grabbed his stuff that had been laying on the end of Blaine's bed and stalked out of his room.

Downstairs, Julia Anderson could hear everything, and when Kurt stormed into the living room, intent on making his way to the front door, he heard a voice. "Kurt, can you come here for a second?" Kurt tensed up and turned around, just looking at his boyfriend's mother.

"Yes?" He asked, trying not to put on his 'bitch' face, that he would have put on had it been anyone else in the world right now.

"Can we talk?" Sighing, Kurt walked over towards one of the chairs in the living room and sat down.

"Sure.."

"Blaine's told me about these migraines you've been having…" She held her hand up to stop the torrent of annoyance that was about to pour out of Kurt's mouth. "He was just worrying about you. But what he's told me, has me worrying…" She trailed off.

"Why?" Kurt asked.

"Kurt, migraines are serious things. No one, ever has them, for no reason." She told him matter of factly.

"Well apparently, I do." She shook her head.

"No, you don't. There's got to be a reason for them. Not seeing a doctor about them, is just making whatever is causing them, worse. Even if whatever is causing them, is just a trigger like inhaling second hand smoke, or drinking too much caffeine." She calmly tells him. "Not knowing what causes your migraines, just makes you more susceptible to them in the future."

"No offense, but how would you know?" Kurt asked. "Have you ever had chronic migraines? Ever had your head feel like it's being split open by an axe? Felt like someone had it in a vice grip?" Julia just shook her head.

"No Kurt…no. But I do know quite a bit about migraines. See Kurt… I'm a neurologist."

The next chapter will be updated on Tuesday, May 31, 2011