Heyyy guys. I've written some for-real Klaine. :) It won't show up for at least a few chapters, though. But it's happening! And there is lots of Blaine in this chapter.

Once again, I know very little about cancer and treatment and stuff. So I'm not sure why I'm writing this except that I like sick!Kurt. But anyway, the point is that you should go easy on me if I make any medical mistakes.

A WARNING: I am slightly concerned that I'm going to run out of story soon, even though I'm trying my best to keep up the writing and to update somewhat infrequently and with shortish chapters. I apologize, but I MAY have to slow down the updating sometime soon. On the other hand… maybe I won't. Who knows.

Thank you for reading and reviewing and all of that! Please keep doing it!


Blaine doesn't know why he doesn't just call Kurt. Kurt has somehow become his best friend in the short time they've known each other, and he knows if he keeps this silence between them, he'll lose that.

But really, he really just can't. He sometimes sits for minutes at a time just staring at his phone, unmoving, locked in this sort of trance. His logic is screaming at him, trying to get him to dial the number, to apologize.

But—he's kind of mad. He's not sure if it's fair for him to be angry about this, but damn it, he is. It hurts that Kurt didn't see fit to tell him that there was something more to the virus he claimed he had. Those lies—they were so stupid to tell and it hurt him. Doesn't Kurt trust him?

Then again, now that amazing boy has no reason to trust him with those most important things. This is another reason why he doesn't call. He's ashamed of himself. He's absolutely goddamn ashamed of the way he acted. He holed himself up, shut himself off when his best friend needed him. What kind of fucking idiot does that make him?

And really, hasn't Kurt been through enough? His whole life has been a struggle, from losing his mother to almost losing his father to dealing with bullying every day. That kiss. The pain of each slur, the pain of wanting his mother to hold him after the roughest days at school. Now cancer? Blaine is more religious than his young friend; he can't help but wonder why the hell God is doing this to such a wonderful boy.

There's still another reason why he doesn't call, and it's perhaps the stupidest of all. It's stupid that he wants to pretend this just isn't happening. He knows this, but the desire he has to just ignore the whole thing and hope it goes away overwhelms him to the point that he can barely move with the intensity of it, with the way his muscles seize up and his heart pounds and his skin burns.

By the time Finn texts him, about three-quarters of the Warblers have made the trip to Lima to see their friend, and Blaine has only sat around and wished he could be stronger.

From: Finn Hudson

2:40 PM

hey kurts bein admitted to hospital. starts chemo tomorrow afternoon. u should come see him. he has procedr at 6 but u can come visit b4 or after.

He stares at the message absently for a little while, wanting more than anything to follow the teen's badly-typed advice and rush over to Lima Memorial Hospital and beg for forgiveness. He wants to be there for his best friend. But he's terrified. He runs all those reasons why he's been hiding from this through his head, halfheartedly trying to spare himself the pain of visiting Kurt. Because he knows it will be painful.

But he can't do it anymore. He can't pretend. It feels like it's ripping a huge hole into his person, all of this stupid shit he's pulling, and he can't be away from Kurt any longer. So, twenty-seven minutes after he first lays eyes on that text message, he finds himself sprinting through the halls of Dalton Academy, desperate to be with that beautiful boy as soon as he possibly can.


A few minutes before 5 o'clock, a nurse knocks on the doorframe and says, "Kurt, you have a visitor."

Not two seconds later, that visitor appears in the doorway next to the nurse, hovering just behind her.

Shocked, Kurt just gapes at him for a few seconds. He looks absolutely disheveled. His hair is barely gelled, and it's a little puffier than usual, and a lot messier. Dark bags ring the underside of his eyes, like he hasn't slept in days or weeks or months. His eyes and cheeks are a little too pink, too, and they look a little swollen. His face is damp. His uniform is wrinkly and hangs incorrectly on his body.

Kurt can't help but wonder why he's here. It's been three days since Blaine's fingers moved away from his, since he was denied comfort and forgiveness from his friend. He can't understand why Blaine has come back to him. He doesn't understand why he's been crying. He thought Blaine was angry.

Carole stands up from her seat next to Kurt's bed, dragging Burt with her, proclaiming that they are going to go get coffee and will be back soon. The young man in the door steps aside for them to exit the room, and hesitates outside, seeming much more nervous than usual. Slowly, he walks over to Kurt's side and settles down in one of the vacated chairs.

"Hi," he whispers, his voice crackly and soft, not at all smooth. Kurt misses that crooning tenor. It was always so reassuring.

"Hey," says the sick boy in response, pulling his knees up and wrapping his fingers around his toes. He hasn't struck this particular pose in a long time. When he was little, he used to do it when he was feeling insecure or sad or contemplative. He forced himself to stop doing it sometime in middle school, after he decided he needed to change his image to project confidence in order to stop the bullying.

Now, though, it doesn't matter nearly as much. He is already so weak and vulnerable. It doesn't matter if he looks like a child. It feels right to return to that old familiar pose.

He stays silent, waiting for his friend to begin. It kind of hurts, so much that it is almost a physical pain, to be face to face with Blaine when everything between them is so tense and messed up, and when he's remembering the tears he's shed over the past few days, not knowing if his best friend would ever speak to him again.

Blaine closes his eyes and breathes in, as if to calm himself, but his brow stays furrowed and his frown doesn't disappear.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs finally.

This takes Kurt by surprise, probably more than it should. Instantly, his eyes well up and he pleads, quietly, "Why? I'm the one who's sorry, Blaine. I should have… I shouldn't have tried to hide it. I should have told you."

"Kurt, I don't care about any of that," Blaine insists urgently, leaning forward and taking hold of the younger boy's soft hands. "I don't. I'm the one who should be sorry, Kurt—I was too scared and shocked to be a good friend to you. I should have been there for you this whole time. I'm such an idiot. I was so selfish."

All the countertenor says in response is, "I understand," and the immediate acceptance and forgiveness, the love in his voice, just seems to break Blaine. He leans forward, burying his face desperately in the soft crook of Kurt's neck, wrapping his arms tightly around the other boy's body.

"God, Kurt, I'm so sorry," he whispers as tears break free of his eyes and track down to his chin. This time, he isn't apologizing for his actions, but for the situation, for the younger boy's terrible luck. Kurt knows. He returns the hug, closing his eyes and relishing in the warmth of Blaine's arms.


Finn is most definitely the horrendous-chatspeak type.

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