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Chapter Ten
The silence in the waiting room was palpable, everyone trying to let Kurt's words sink in. Mercedes sat back down, bringing her hands up to her face to hide her tears, Blaine did the same but wept openly, and Burt fell to his knees, thinking about how he didn't want to lose his son as well. The only one who didn't shed any more tears was Kurt.
Now is not the time. Kurt looked around the room at the three sobbing figures and decides not to tell them about the rest of the conversation he and the doctor had. They'll be better off not knowing. "Hey guys." Kurt tried to get their attention. "HEY." He didn't yell, just put some authority into his voice. After they each looked up, he continued, "Stop crying."
Blaine was the first to speak, screaming at the top of his lungs, "WHAT?! KURT, HOW CAN YOU EVEN SAY THAT?!"
Kurt just looked at him, confused. "I don't understand."
Blaine stood back up, wiping the tears off his face, "What's so hard for you to grasp? You just told us you have a life threatening illness, and followed it up with stop crying?!"
Kurt nodded. "I'm aware of the events that occurred. What I don't understand is your question about how I could even say that. I can say that because it's happening to me, not you, and because I don't want to see anyone, especially you three, cry." Blaine looked bewildered, and was about to reply when Mercedes cut him off,
"Blaine, stop. He's just trying to look out for us." That stopped Blaine from yelling, but not from sitting back down, and beginning to cry again.
"This isn't the place. C'mon, we'll all go back to our house." Kurt hoisted up Blaine and Mercedes helped Burt up. The foursome struggled to the elevator and watched the doors shut upon the white landscape; the sound of the closing doors symbolizing the end that they all feared.
The ride home was about as fun as the time in the waiting room. Burt and Mercedes sat in the back while Blaine sat in the passenger seat, his left hand clutching at Kurt's cardigan as he sobbed. Kurt didn't look over at him once; he needed to get them home safely first.
As soon as they pulled into the driveway, Kurt ripped Blaine's hand off of him and bolted into the house. He shut the door behind him and shuttered, finally taking in the rest of the Doctor's words.
"You want me to be blunt?" Kurt nodded. "Well, the blood samples show that you have a large amount of myeloblasts in your blood."
"Yes, that's what the nurse told me. Mind explaining what that means?"
The look on the Doctor's face was grim. "This is never easy." Kurt's eyes widened at that sentence, knowing that something must be very wrong. "Long story short, Kurt, you have cancer." Kurt fell back against the wall and struggled to brace himself. The only thing he could think is how this would affect his father; he'd already had one heart attack. "And, there's one more thing." Kurt raised his head and looked into the doctor's eyes, pleading with any deity that was listing that this was a scrap of good news. "It's terminal. You have about two weeks, maybe a month, to live, if you choose not to attempt treatment."
At first, he'd laughed, saying that stuff like doesn't just come up out of the blue. Kurt had even considered switching doctors for a split second before he was confronted, "Yes, things like this normally don't happen, but you're living proof that it does." He pulled a chart out of the manila folder he was holding and pointed at a blip on the graph, "That's when we should've picked up that something was wrong."
"Well, what is that?"
"The beginning of the cancer." Kurt looked at the top of the sheet, February 3rd 2003.
That's when Kurt had left the room. He had nothing left to say to the man that missed the cancer ever since he was eight years old. He wasn't blaming him for this in any way, it was the natural cycle of things, but he couldn't stay in the same room anymore.
Kurt heard a car door shut and rushed up to his room, shutting his own door. He cowered against the door for a second before walking into the bathroom and ripping his shirt off; showers always helped him think. He stepped under the warm spray and felt as if the water was washing away all of his worries, even if just for a moment.
Seemingly as soon as he stepped into the shower, there was a knock on the door. "Not now Mercedes." Knock Knock. "Leave me alone Dad!" This time the door just opened. "Wrong again," he heard. Kurt felt shivers trail down his spine at the warm voice. "Blaine! Get out!" Kurt heard a homely chuckle, and had to resist the urge to fling the curtain open and pull Blaine in with him.
"Calm down! It's not as if I have x-ray vision." He paused for a moment, "Nah, I don't."
Kurt laughed at his phony attempt. "Well, if you want to see, why don't you just climb in?" Kurt closed his eyes and started applying shampoo to his hair as he started the sentence, and was surprised, to say the least, to open them to a very naked Blaine standing in the shower with him. "BLAINE GET OU-"
Kurt let out a cry of protest as a hand was slammed over his mouth. "Do you want your dad to kill me?!" Kurt shook his head and Blaine removed his hand, to see that if he could, Kurt would be blushing from his head to his toes.
"Please get out?" Kurt tried.
"Not a chance." Blaine smiled back. "Anyways, I've wanted to tell you something since you told us the news."
Kurt sighed, accepting the embarrassing fact that Blaine would not be leaving. "And what's that?" Blaine pulled them flush up against one another, and Kurt let out a very high pitched squeal. "Blaine!" He just smiled at Kurt's embarrassment, silently soaking in the feel of Kurt's flesh on his.
He spoke very slowly, enunciating every syllable, "I wanted to tell you that I Love You." Kurt drew in a sharp breath, and it wasn't just because he could feel Blaine's dick pressing on his thigh.
"Do…you don't mean that. But it's okay…not like I haven't heard it from you before." Kurt had spoken that last bit as soft as he could, thinking the noise the water was making would drown it out, and he was right; what he didn't count on was Blaine being an excellent lip reader.
"But I haven't said it to you before?"
"Yeah…you did. The night I picked you up from Scandals, you told me you loved me."
Blaine would've face palmed if his hands weren't occupied by feeling as much of Kurt's silky skin as possible. "Did I really?! Oh god, Kurt I'm sorry." He hung his head. "No one should hear I love you first from a drunk person. Wow, I'm so sorry." If he'd started crying again Kurt couldn't notice because of the water already streaming down their faces.
"Blaine! Blaine, sweetie, look at me." Blaine raised his eyes and looked at Kurt through his lashes. Kurt tried to form words but found he couldn't with Blaine looking at him like that, so he pushed up on Blaine's chin, bringing his head back up to Kurt's level, and started kissing him. He wanted Blaine to know that everything was okay, and that everything WOULD be okay, but didn't trust his words to convey enough emotion.
Blaine was stunned for the first few moments, but settled into the kiss, pulling Kurt closer and attempting to deepen the kiss. Kurt blocked his first few attempts, but opened his mouth to, unwillingly, allow Blaine deeper access as Blaine tickled his side. Kurt applied pressure to Blaine's shoulders as if to say, 'That wasn't nice.' And Blaine smiled into the kiss, breaking for a moment to gulp air, and then cementing them together again.
They would've stayed there all night, if it wasn't for Burt's yelling and pounding on the door. Kurt pushed Blaine back a little bit, "Yes dad?"
"Have you seen Blaine?" Kurt looked down at Blaine, and found him drifting his eyes down lower and lower on Kurt's body.
Hitting him on the arm, Kurt replied, "No! I'll text him once I get out!" Burt stood there for a few more moments speaking with Kurt through the door, but Kurt could only give half answers, because about halfway through Burt's next sentence Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's dick. He jumped a little, and gave Blaine a startled look, but Blaine calmed him with a quick kiss and settled into a steady rhythm, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Kurt's body. "Dad, I'll talk to you once I get out!"
"Okay! And make sure you give Blaine a fresh pair of clothes when you two get out!" Blaine's eyes widened, but he didn't stop, he kept going until he could feel Kurt about to finish it off, and pressed his lips onto Kurt's, feeling him moan down his throat.
Blaine broke the kiss and washed Kurt off. "You know, even though I really appreciate that, I don't think I'm ready to do the same…"
Blaine smiled, "Okay sweetie, you take your time. We've got all the time in the world."
Blaine kept soaping up Kurt, not knowing that a date WAS looming over Kurt's head. I can't tell him. I simply can't. We'll just have to make the next few weeks the best. I couldn't imagine living without him, and I know it's selfish, but I'm glad I won't have to.