Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters; I don't own this beautiful story either. All credits go to genius PykaL, I'm just translating.

Chapter 11

It looked like he was in a roller coaster, some days he was up and some days he was down, some days Kurt made him spend the afternoon walking or doing some weird activity.

Some others he couldn't even get up.

The day after the chemotherapy was the worst; Kurt would always cry with pain, say the medicine was burning him inside and trembled incessantly but Blaine never left him alone.

During the last weeks he barely left Kurt's apartment; he had become one more tenant.

The days after the blood transfusions were the best, new blood in his system gave him energy and made him look healthier, it was the best day of the week for Blaine.

"You know? I wanna have a party," Kurt told him while they walked quietly on the park, the day was cloudy but it wasn't cold at all.

"A party?" Blaine asked him confused. "Is it your birthday? You haven't told me when is it."

"It's not my birthday," Kurt said laughing. "My birthday in on August, there's still a lot of time for that," he said taking his hand. "This party is for another occasion.

"What?" Blaine asked confused.

"It's a surprise! There's no sense of a party if it doesn't have a surprise," Kurt said with a smile. "Will you help me to organize it?"

"Of course I will," Blaine said smiling.

"Great! I'll tell Mike to do some magic tricks, Sam could make the food, Finn worked in a bar in the city before so I think he could help us with the drinks," Kurt said excited. "We can buy balloons and confetti."

"I thought it wasn't a birthday party," Blaine said grinning.

"You don't only use confetti for birthdays, mister lemon," he said sticking with tongue out.

"When will it be when you stop calling me bitter?" Blaine said with a sigh.

"When you have enough courage to go out in the street with your koala cap," Kurt said with a smile.

"Never," Blaine said crossing his arms.

"So I'll never stop calling you like that."

"And when are you planning to have the party?" Blaine asked changing subject.

"On Saturday."

"You have chemotherapy on Thursday Kurt, you won't have strength to do anything on Saturday," Blaine said confused.

"It has to be on Saturday," Kurt said looking him in the eyes. "Not on Sunday, not on Monday, not on any day you say I'll be fine. It has to be this Saturday."

Blaine sighed but nodded at the end, there was no way he could deny something to Kurt and if Kurt wanted a party on Saturday, he would have it.

"Blaine look, they sell balloons!" He pointed excitedly to a little place with helium balloons.

"What do you want balloons for?" Blaine asked mad, but it was useless 'cause the kid was walking quickly to them.

"They're beautiful, don't you think Blaine?" He asked excited looking at all the balloons.

"Did you want one particularly?" The owner asked them with a sweet smile.

"He's just watching," Blaine said pointing at Kurt who couldn't stop smiling.

"Can we buy a few Blaine?" Kurt asked enthusiastic. "Can we?"

"…Okay, we'll take a few," Blaine said to the woman with a sigh.

"Of course… how many do you want?"

"Fifteen!" Kurt said applauding slightly.

"I'm not buying fifteen balloons Kurt!" Blaine said. "Why do you want fifteen balloons?"

"I'm not telling you to buy them for me," Kurt said pouting. "I can buy them myself."

Blaine saw him a few seconds, slightly breathing. He had to count to ten… or maybe to twenty.

"Ma'am, I'll take fifteen balloons," Blaine said taking his wallet out.

Apparently it was weird if two men were walking around the park with fifteen balloons; adults saw them confused and kids couldn't help their envy face.

"Don't tell me now you a balloon seller?"

They both turned around when they heard that voice behind them. "Is your life that bad? Maybe you shouldn't have been away from daddy."

"Quinn," Blaine said coldly when he turned around.

"I see you still see this vagabond," the girl said pointing at Kurt. "Is he getting you into the family business?"

"I don't have to be listening to your words," Blaine said madly. "You are nobody to offend Kurt."

"Do you really think you can just walk away from your responsibilities just 'cause you revealed against your dad?"

"That's right, I think that and frankly I don't think it's your business," Blaine said starting to turn around.

"You don't know anything Anderson," Quinn said. "This society does not forgive anything, if you think you can get out of your family claws you're wrong."

"What's your problem?" Blaine asked her angry. "Why do care so much what's going on in my life? You didn't want to know anything about me before, you should be happy, shouldn't you?"

Quinn didn't say anything, she just saw him coldly, he had never seen so much hate to him from someone who was not his parents.

"I think I know what's going on here," Kurt said for the first time looking at Quinn with a little… sympathy? "You're jealous."

"Are you crazy?" Quinn said laughing and looking at him like if he were actually crazy. "What am I supposed to be jealous about? Your awful taste in clothing? His mediocre life?" She pointed at Blaine. "I have everything."

"Except freedom," Kurt said smiling. "It doesn't matter how much you deny it, you're a prisoner in your family just like Blaine was. You live attached to them and to what they'll say, you can't do something you truly like 'cause they won't accept it."

"What do you know about me and what I like to do?" Quinn asked him furious.

"Nothing," Kurt said calmly. "But I can see how much you long to do the same thing Blaine did; leaving no matter the consequences and being happy for the first time."

"You make it sound so easy."

"It is," Kurt said. "Your parents had done their life and it's time for you to do yours they way you wanna live it, no one else is gonna live your life," he said smiling. "You are a strong woman capable of doing many things," he said giving her one of the balloons. "Don't be afraid of being who you are 'cause at the end the only thing that matters is your opinion and your opinion about yourself."

Kurt turned around and took Blaine's hand, they turned around and continued their way, leaving a blond girl who was looking at them intensely with her hand holding a small thread that lead to a huge gold star.

Blaine and Kurt continued their way until they got to one of the bridges.

"You were nice to her," Blaine said while they laid on the edge. "She didn't deserve it."

"Maybe not, but that doesn't mean what I said isn't true," Kurt said shrugging. "It's obvious she lives under her family pressures, she doesn't have to do it if she doesn't want to."

"Yes, I guess you're right, if someone like me could do it so could she."

"Hey!" Kurt said taking his hand. "You are the bravest person I've met in my life," he said smiling. "Don't make less of yourself just like that."

"I'm anything but brave," he said showing his wrists that showed the light scars from his last try.

"You are brave," Kurt said smiling at him. "Every time you look at this you'll think everything you have to live and how quitting life is not worth it."

"Thank you."

Blaine got closer and kissed him softly, Kurt held his jacket tightly, lost in the feeling of his lips.

"You're gonna make me lose my balloons," Kurt said separating with a small laugh.

"Oh yeah, the annoying balloons. What are you gonna do with them?"

"We're gonna let them go," the kid said with a smile.

"Are you crazy?! I didn't pay that much to let them go just like that, you should better give them to a kid or something."

"You didn't pay that much," Kurt said. "Besides, helium balloons are for you to make a wish, each balloon is a wish, you let it go so that the wish is free and it can come true."

"Where did you get that from?" Blaine asked him confused.

"My mom used to tell me that, and it's true you know," Kurt said smiling. "Before I met you I let balloon go asking for something to make my life more interesting, I let it go and bam! You showed up wanting to jump off a bridge."

Blaine sighed and at the end he smiled slightly at him. "I think you've brought more adventures to my life than I have to yours… but still, why did you buy so many balloons?"

"'Cause nobody has just one wish," he said.

"Suuuuure."

"Okay so, seven for you," Kurt said starting to pick them. "And seven for me."

"Why are mine clearly uglier than yours?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kurt said with and innocent smile.

"Okay so, do we have to do this out loud or how does it work?"

"Blaine, you never have to make a wish out loud, that's the universal rule for wishes," Kurt said intensely. "I'll show you how it works.

Kurt got closer to the edge of the bridge, Blaine saw him close his eyes and pucker his eyebrows, he let the first balloon go; a small pink flower went floating on the air.

After that an elephant went… a heart… a butterfly… a bear… another butterfly and a silver star.

Blaine saw the figures floating on the air walking away, actually they weren't gonna make any wish come true; they'd just fade somewhere in the city making polluting worse or they'd get to the ocean and kill a whale.

But in spite of everything, in spite the kid had just killed hundreds of animals with his balloons and he maybe raised global warming a 15% with that action, he died to know each one of those secrets.

Knowing what they truly represent.

"Will you tell me some day what you wished for?" Blaine asked with curiously.

Kurt turned to see him with a huge smile full with mystery. "Maybe I will."

Blaine smiled and turned around to the horizon thinking about what he will wish.

Being someone successful to prove my father he was wrong…

The first circular balloon left.

Having all the courage I need…

The next cloud-shaped balloon left.

Trying to do a little theater…

Another circular balloon walked away.

And closing his eyes and frowning the same way Kurt did, he sighed and let the four balloons left leave at the same time.

"Hey! That's not fair, did you miss them?" Kurt asked him.

"No, Blaine said smiling. "It's a wish I want to make sure it comes true so badly, I wanted to make sure it did."

"And what was it?" Kurt asked him with a smile while Blaine got closer to him to hug him.

"Maybe I'll tell you in the future," Blaine said with a smile.

He remained watching the balloons go hugging Kurt with a smile hoping his wish would actually come true.

Spending his entire life next to him.

Just like Blaine predicted it, Friday was an awful day for Kurt; the vomits and the shaking didn't let him rest at all during the day. And he could barely eat something.

"Do you really want to have this party?" Blaine asked him with mistrust and fear.

"Of course I do," Kurt said with a little smile. "That's what I need in these moments, something to make me feel good, to make me in a good mood and what a better way to do that than with my friends."

Blaine kissed his forehead and hugged him, if Kurt wanted a party he'd make sure it was a good party, if he wanted something to make him feel good, Blaine would take care of that.

That afternoon while Kurt was sleeping, he talked to David and, with the help of a call to a grumpy and bossy Latina, the plan to make Kurt feel good was starting.

The next day Kurt was in a good mood, the vomits had gone, the only thing left was weakness and tiredness.

"I'm the one who should be cooking," Kurt told Dave who was in the kitchen since early in the morning, following Kurt's exact instructions.

He had made a cake, lasagna, and in that moment he was making baked meat.

"That's the sugar!" Kurt said when he saw how he raised the wrong jar. "The one next to it is the salt, try to put just a little on it… just a little!... David Karofsky if it's salty I swear I'll make you eat all of it."

"It won't be salty! I hate it when you're so bossy in the kitchen," David said in a bad mood while he started to put pepper on it.

"Well, Blaine's not here and he entertains me, don't you know where he is?"

"Nope," David quickly said. "You should better see if I'm not putting too much pepper."

"It doesn't even have to have pepper!"

When Blaine came back to the apartment it was almost 7 P.M. and they were all arriving, Mike wearing a tux with his magician hat. Who appeared to be his wife was sited next to him hugging him by the arm.

Santana and Brittany were talking in the living room, Finn was already making a variety of drinks and Sue was in a corner looking at everyone frowning.

"Is everything ready?" David asked him when he saw him arriving.

"Yeah, I have everything we'll need."

In a matter of minutes the place cheered up, the music was sounding from the stereo; everybody was dancing cheerfully. Kurt was sited on one of the chairs talking happily to Mike and Sam that were making him laugh a lot.

"When everything's ready I'll give you the sign," Blaine told him.

Mike made a little magic trick, everyone (especially Brittany and Kurt) applauded hard whe they saw the card tricks and optical illusions.

"Well," Kurt said making everybody quiet. Finn turned the music down so everyone could listen. "Some of you might be asking the reason of this party, but most of you already know what's it for," he said giving a little smile to Blaine. "This day, three years ago, was the day when I was diagnosed with Leukemia, three years ago the cancer started to take me. That day the fight that still doesn't end began so I wanna propose a toast," he said raising his glass. "I wanna toast because in spite of the difficult things the cancer haven't win yet. Because in spite of everything the cancer has brought me to the most amazing people in the world, if it wasn't for it I would have never met you so a part of me is thankful." Everyone started to applaud; Tina, Mike's wife, had tears in her eyes, Blaine could only smile with sadness when he saw Kurt.

"I propose a toast for us who are still fighting," Kurt said. "For the ones that lost the fight and the ones who won it."

The applause didn't miss for several minutes, Emma was applauding with a proud smile, Santana and Sam cheered with pretty high whistles.

"I think it's time to sing our song," Finn said grabbing an acoustic guitar Sam brought him. The blond guy always brought it to the events.

Finn started to play the guitar, it was a happy melody that Blaine had heard in other occasions that had nothing to do with cancer sickness.

Santana and Brittany started to sing cheerfully, apparently they had sung it many times before because they all knew exactly what to do.

Just want to be okay, be okay, be okay

I just want to be okay today

I just want to be okay, be okay, be okay

I just want to be okay today

I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today

I just want to feel something today

I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today

I just want to feel something today

They all began to sing, it was a cheer song even a little fun, one of those songs that if they sound on the radio while you're driving, you lift the volume up and sing it not caring about people in the other cars seeing you.

But in that moment is wasn't fun, everyone had sad smiles on their lips and their words were the most honest ones he had ever heard in his life.

Just give me back my pieces

Just give them back to me please

Just give me back my pieces

And let me hold my broken parts

When the song was over they all hugged, seconds later everybody else joined them, all the guests were together in one massive group hug.

"It's not to be a party killer but you're crushing me," Kurt said.

"You hear Strawberry Shortcake, everyone back off and do something productive," Santana yelled at them.

Once the party's mood started to cheer up once more Blaine finally was able to sit next to Kurt who saw him with a smile.

"You were gone all afternoon, because of you we'll have to eat the awful food David made," he said pouting.

"I'll take that risk," Blaine said smiling. "Why didn't you tell me the reason of the party? I could have helped you more, I don't know, I could have done other things."

Kurt smiled at him and took his hand. "If I would've told you the reason of the party you would've been depressed and honestly that the least I want to go through. I just want us to enjoy a party and have fun."

"You can barely move," Blaine said.

"I'm okay, a little tired but I can manage myself. You don't have to worry so much for me," Kurt said a little serious. "What did you do today? You and David have been a little awkward."

"I've got a surprise for you," Blaine said smiling. "I'm going to prove you that I'm not a bitter man and that even I can have fun."

"Don't tell me, and what are you planning on doing?" Kurt asked surprised.

"That's the surprise," Blaine said standing up. "Although it won't happen again, you can be sure about that."

"Ohhh, this sounds exciting."

In spite of his complains Blaine helped Kurt to stand up and take him to the dining room where hey surprisingly enjoyed David's food.

"I made it myself," David said when he saw how everyone practically licked their fingers when they were done.

"Liar," Kurt said laughing.

"Hey, I don't have many accomplishments in life, let me enjoy a few."

"Okay," Santana said standing up. "Now that our stomachs are full and there's not risk we can ruin your food, I want everyone to go back to the living room; Fatty and Skinny," she said pointing at David and Blaine. "And of course, I, have a surprise to cheer Kurt up and my Brittany too," she said smiling at Brittany who looked a little tired and tiny.

The all sat down on the couch, Kurt was in front of them waiting excitedly.

"Maybe they'll do a play," Finn said excited. "I've always wanted to watch one live."

The three of them had entered in one of the rooms, fifteen minutes before they heard Santana yelling at Artie to turn the stereo on out loud.

As soon as he turned it one everyone started to laugh, it was Mambo's melody number 5.

"Oh my God," Kurt said when he saw Santana getting out of the room with a tux and a hat, he even had a moustache drew on her face.

One, two, three, four, five
Everybody in the car, so come on let's ride
To the liquor store around the corner
The boys say they want some gin and juice
But I really don't wanna
Beer bust, like I had last week
I must stay deep, 'cause talk is cheap
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita
And as I continue you know they're getting sweeter

Dave came out later and everyone cracked up, the boy was wearing an awful glitter dress and an awful ginger wig apparently dancing sexy.

Jump up and down and move it all around
Shake your head to the sound
Put your hands on the ground
Take one step left and one step right
One to the front and one to the side
Clap your hands once and clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this then you're doing it right

Blaine came out later making everyone laugh even harder, he was wearing an awful dress just like David's but a blond wig.

A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man!

Once the awful song was over everyone clapped and stood up laughing hardly, luckily for Blaine he was able to avoid the photographs and videos that sooner or later would come back to bite his ass.

Even remembering what happened not more than a minute ago was already biting his ass.

"Oh my God!" Kurt said hugging him tightly. "That was amazing Blaine, not even I would dress as a woman as good as you and I've tried," the kid said laughing.

"Well, did at least it made you feel better?" Blaine asked him excited.

"I'll feel good all week long for this," Kurt said smiling. "And not just me, everyone here will never forget about this I don't doubt they'll remember it forever."

"Hagh, don't make me regret it even more," Blaine said pouting. "I should better get changed before they think I'm a drunk version of a Spice Girl."

The party kept going, everyone was drinking and talking; having a blast.

It all changed when Kurt wanted to drink a little alcohol.

"Are you crazy?" Blaine asked taking his glass.

"I'm sorry, I was drinking that," Kurt said trying to get his glass back.

"How do you think about drinking? You're in the middle of your treatment," Blaine said mad.

"Alcohol has nothing to do with my treatment, if I want to drink alcohol I will, you are nobody to keep me from drinking something."

"Ha, I'm nobody? I'm sorry for worrying about you and not wanting you to intoxicate your body even more than it already is," Blaine said sarcastically. "But sure, you don't care, do you? Everything that has to do with your sickness comes in one ear and goes out the other way. What do you want alcohol for if you can barely stand up right up?"

"Do you know why I want to drink? Because I want that at least this night be normal, I want that this night I can do whatever I want to do without worrying about cancer, or pain and apparently about you and your worries," he said pointing at his chest madly. "The way you're behind me like I'm a stupid three year old kid suffocates me. Do you think I don't worry about me? About cancer? Do you think I forget about it?" He said laughing coldly. "I've been living with it for years, I feel every part of my body complaining about pain because of it. The last thing I need is a night where NOBODY tells me what to do or not to do. Once night where I can be normal."

"What do expect from me, Kurt?! No one can be prepared for a sickness like this, it's not easy to see how someone you love has a sickness and that you have to take care of them on top of that," Blaine yelled at him.

"No one is asking you to take care of me," Kurt said with tears in his eyes. "If taking care of me bothers you that much, if I'm such a nuisance in your life the door is right there. Use it and get out of here!"

"I will!"

Blaine left the apartment, he was so mad and hurt.

Why the hell Kurt couldn't understand? He did worry but there was nothing bad with it. Someone had to do it seeing how Kurt clearly didn't.

Once more he came back home with an alcohol bottle.

Just like Kurt wanted to spend the night forgetting, he wanted to forget about the sickness, about the sadness and about everything.

For one night he wanted to be that man that never met Kurt Hummel again, avoiding that much suffer.

Was all that pain really worth it?

He wondered how much he had drank at the fourth glass.

He just wanted to sleep and not thinking about anyone or anything.

He took the pills that helped him to sleep at nights when he couldn't when he worked at his father's company. He took two with one more glass without hesitating and waited for the results.

3 A.M. came and he still couldn't sleep, he had taken more pills but not even a yawn could come out of his mouth.

He took his cell phone and, without doubting it, he dialed that person he wanted to talk to so much.

"What do you want?" Kurt asked him coldly. "Are you not annoyed about calling me or my voice?"

"Kurt," Blaine said starting to cry. "I'm so sorry… I haven't thought about your feelings and the only thing I think of is how you have to be okay for me not for yourself. The only thing I think of how you should live because I couldn't live without you, not because you want to live, I have been the worst boyfriend ever."

Kurt remained quiet a few second and sighed. "You're drunk again," he said mad. "I don't like you when you drink, apparently it's okay if you do it but I can't ha?" He said with bitter. "Maybe we should have this talk when you're sober and know exactly what to say," he muttered. "The only thing I wanna know is if you're okay… and if you don't regret being with me."

"Kurt… Kurt…"

"Blaine?... Are you okay? Blaine!"

"I think I'll finally go to sleep Kurt… I'll sleep… I'll finally be able to sleep… and I thought those pills didn't work."

"You took pills with the alcohol? Are you insane? Blaine, how many did you take?... Blaine! Answer me please."

"I don't know… nine?"

"Damn it! Don't do anything Blaine, just lay down… Blaine… Blaine!"

The voice on the phone was crying, he called his name, he could know that. He wanted to answer but he was so tired, he wanted to ask him to stop crying, tell him that everything would be okay, he was asleep on the clouds there wasn't something wrong with that. He was just falling among the clouds.

Falling…

Author's note:

I hope you like the chapter, the end isn't as sad as I planned but I'll leave that to the next one.

The songs were:

Be Ok by Ingrid Michaelson.

Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega.

Nothing's mine… don't sue me J

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