The next few weeks flew by fast with Kurt and Blaine studying and sequentially taking their midterms. Soon it was the day before Thanksgiving.
Kurt and Blaine were deep in a scene.
Blaine was nude with his arms and legs tied up as Kurt ran his hand along his body.
"Such a good boy," Kurt murmured. "I think you deserve a present."
"Please, Amour," Blaine begged, wiggling in desperation.
"Sit still," Kurt's hand came down on Blaine's hip, stilling Blaine's movements.
"The only question is what does my Blaine deserve?" Kurt said to himself.
Just then their doorbell rang.
Kurt looked at Blaine confused. "Were we expecting anyone?"
"No, Amour," Blaine said, just as confused. "Maybe Isabelle got the wrong day?"
"I'll be right back, baby," Kurt sighed, pressing a kiss to Blaine's head as he made his way out of the room. He closed the door to their playroom and went to the front door.
He opened the door and his eyes widened.
"Don't just stand there, invite us in," Pam laughed at his reaction.
Kurt moved away from the door. Pam, Cooper, his Dad and Carole walked inside the apartment.
"Surprise!" Cooper grinned "We're here for Thanksgiving!"
Burt whistled as they made their way to the living room. "This is a hell of a place you got here, Kurt."
"Where's my Blainey?" Pam smiled, looking around for him.
Kurt swallowed hard. He needed to get to Blaine and untie him before anyone tried to get into their playroom.
"He was just finishing up an English paper," Kurt covered, panic starting to set in. "I'll go get him"
Kurt went into the playroom, carefully closing the door behind him.
He hurried over to Blaine and struggled to untie him in his haste.
"Our families are here," Kurt panicked.
"Our family," Blaine said sweetly starting to daydream.
"Baby, your brother could come through that door any second. Or worse, my dad!"
Blaine's eyes widened, and he started helping Kurt with the ties once his hands were free.
When Blaine was free, they looked around at the room.
"How are we supposed to-" Blaine started.
"I thought about that when I was setting everything up, don't worry, baby," Kurt said, calming him down. "Go get dressed."
Kurt walked around and quickly picked up anything they wouldn't be able to explain and put it away. Then, he went to work turning various furniture into innocuous chairs, tables, and the like.
Blaine went to leave the room, fully clothed, but Kurt stopped him. He patted Blaine's hair down to make it look less like sex hair.
"Better," Kurt assured him as they opened the door and were greeted by their families.
"There you are," Pam grinned, pulling Blaine into a hug.
Kurt found Cooper, Burt, and Carole sitting on the couch.
"So, not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you guys doing here?" Kurt asked with a smile.
"Can't I visit my little brothers?" Cooper asked in mock offense. "Even if one did threaten me with bodily harm?"
"I'm not your brother, Cooper," Kurt said offhandedly as he turned to his dad.
"Pam called and asked if we wanted to come to Thanksgiving in New York," Burt explained. "I'm surprised you never mentioned it."
"I didn't know it was happening. We don't even have a big enough Turkey," Kurt explained. "We were just going to have an orphan Thanksgiving with our friends."
"We'll just have to go for a shopping trip," Carole smiled a little too brightly.
Pam made reservations at a hotel close to their apartment for her and Cooper. But Kurt's dad and Carole would stay in the apartment. Once they figured out where everyone was sleeping, Blaine went into the kitchen. He returned a minute later.
"We don't have enough ingredients to feed everyone," Blaine said, directing his words to Kurt.
"We'll just have to go pick up some, won't we?" Pam said sweetly.
"We can get the food for tomorrow as well," Carole said.
"Coop, Blainey-why don't you come with us?" Pam told them.
Blaine's eyes darted to Kurt.
Kurt smiled. "I think that's a good idea."
Blaine relaxed and followed them out of the apartment.
"How's life in New York, bud?" Burt asked in interest.
Kurt took a seat next to him. "It's been great. Vogue has been amazing, and I love NYU."
"How about you and Blaine?" Burt asked.
"We had a big fight when Finn was here. But it was for the best," Kurt admitted. "I'd been working long hours and missing out on the college experience. And pretending that he wasn't doing things that irritated me."
"Sounds like you," Burt laughed. "And I'm glad. It's not healthy not to fight sometimes."
"I thought he was going to break up with me," Kurt huffed at his dad laughing.
"You two are practically attached at the hip. He wouldn't break up with you," Burt rolled his eyes.
"Why are you here, dad?" Kurt asked seriously. "I appreciate the visit, but we'll see each other for Christmas."
"You got me," Burt admitted. "Kurt, I have something to tell you and I came here because it's the kind of thing I need to tell you face-to-face."
"I don't like the sound of that, Dad," Kurt said fearfully.
"Look, I'm just going to come out and say it because there's no good way to say it. Uh, I have prostate cancer," Burt confessed.
"Oh god, I feel like I'm going to be sick," Kurt said, looking at his father devastated.
"Hey hey hey. Calm down, Kurt. Do I look like a guy who's dying? We caught it early. The cure rate is nearly 100%," Burt soothed him.
"For healthy people, Dad. You've already had a heart attack!" Kurt shot back, looking over his father fearfully, like he could drop dead at any second.
"The heart attack is what made me get checkups twice a year," Burt explained, pulling Kurt into a hug when he realized Kurt wasn't taking the news lightly.
"It's just really scary to think that when I finally reach my destiny, that you won't be around to see it," Kurt confessed hiding his head in Burt's shoulder.
"Hey, I will be there. I promise," Burt said, patting Kurt's back.
They stayed silent for a moment, letting Kurt absorb the information.
"Look, can I just give you one piece of advice while we're still talking father to son?" Burt asked. "This is third time I've had to stare death in the eye. And you know the one thing I took away from all that? You've got to hold the people you love close to you no matter what."
"I don't understand," Kurt said wiping away a few tears as he straightened up.
"You've got to trust Blaine enough to realize you aren't going to break up just because you had a fight," Burt clarified. "I know how hard it was for you last year. But that boy loves you. And fighting over a pop streamer or even toothpaste on the towels isn't going to make him end things."
"I do trust him," Kurt assured his dad. "It's just, we irritate each other sometimes."
Burt shook his head. "Then talk about it. And don't keep it to yourself till it starts a fight."
"I don't do that," Kurt denied.
Burt gave him a look of disbelief.
"Okay, maybe I do," Kurt sighed.
"It's still on. We just had family come into town. So we've changed the time," Blaine said into the phone as he followed his brother into his apartment. "Good. We'll see you tomorrow."
He hung up the phone and helped Carole and his mom start to prepare food.
"Blainey, why don't you go watch the game with the rest of the boys?" Pam offered with some insistence.
Blaine tried to protest, but they shooed him out of the kitchen.
The second he saw Kurt, he knew something was wrong. He looked defeated.
Blaine had to resist the urge of dropping to his knees and letting Kurt take what he needed from him.
Instead, he took a seat next to Kurt and squeezed his hand questioningly.
"I'll tell you later," Kurt promised as he pulled Blaine closer.
"That's 20 bucks, Mr. TV star," Burt laughed.
"What?"
"I bet your brother that it would take less than a minute before you two were attached again."
"You're so clingy," Cooper complained, handing Burt a twenty.
Later that night, after his dad and Carole went to bed, Kurt propped himself up on the couch to talk to Blaine.
"Are you sure you're okay on the floor, baby?" Kurt asked, concerned.
"I'm fine, Amour. It's comforting being able to look up at you..." Blaine explained, reaching up to take Kurt's hand. "Like when I crawl around the apartment."
"As long as you're sure," Kurt laid back down, squeezing Blaine's hand.
The room was quiet for a moment.
"What was wrong earlier today? After I came back from the store, you seemed...depressed," Blaine worried.
"It's nothing," Kurt lied.
"Kurt," Blaine sighed in frustration, "if it was nothing, it wouldn't have affected you so much."
"My Dad has cancer."
Blaine gasped, completely at loss for words.
"He said they caught it early, and that it's treatable," Kurt continued. "But what if it doesn't work?"
Blaine climbed up onto the couch and held Kurt as he started crying.
"Then they'll try something else," Blaine soothed him. "We won't let them quit until your dad is cured."
"What if he dies?" Kurt sobbed at his own words. "I don't want to be an orphan."
"He's not going to, and you won't be," Blaine reassured him, wiping away a few tears of his own.
"What if the stress gives him another heart attack?" Kurt worried, hiding his tears in Blaine's shoulder.
"Carole's a nurse, Kurt. She knows how to take care of him," Blaine pointed out, telling himself as much as Kurt. "She wouldn't let it happen."
They stayed in the position until they fell asleep.
A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. I have no excuse besides that after this I have about 10 pages and I'm not sure if I'm finished or not.
