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.

April 30th,

So the past few days have been horrible. First I had the worst migraine of my life, then I find out I can't go to the doctor until the 6th of May, and then I find out that half of Dalton thought I was faking migraines to get out of school. Because who in their right mind would willingly take off time from Dalton, this close to Finals? Neil, Robert and I got into an argument in the beginning of French class on Thursday over my migraines. They thought I was faking it. They thought that migraines weren't real. That they were just normal headaches and they weren't reason to skip school.

I guess I should be happy that I at least have one member of the faculty at Dalton who can back me up when I say that migraines kept me home from school. Madame Monroe really has been a lifesaver. She rescued me from that dangerous argument…and by rescued me I mean saved me from getting expelled after beating those two to a bloody pulp if they asked me any more questions. Because I was close to it. Most people here at Dalton don't think that I can throw a punch, or defend myself. But I put up with Karofsky for a long time. I'm stronger than they think I am. She got them to understand that migraines are real, which I'm incredibly thankful for.

The migraine went away later that day, and I haven't had one since, which is really a good thing. I'm thankful, really I am. But now that the pain and suffering from the migraine is gone, all the fears and doubts about going to the doctor are returning. I know that I need to go, if only to find a way to stop the migraines after they've started, because I can't afford to miss more school because of them, but at the same time, I really don't want to go.

So it's Saturday afternoon and Kurt spent most of the morning doing homework that he had to catch up on. Carole and Burt had gone off for the day to see Carole's parents in Columbus, while Finn was planning on going to Pucks soon. So Kurt was home alone, which is how he liked it. There were 3 chapters to read for History, the full play Pygmalion to read, including handout questions at the end of the assignment, and then a political science assignment which required him to pick a topic regarding anything to do with Congress, and write a report on it. A 7 page report on it, luckily double spaced, so it was really only 3 ½ pages single spaced, which Kurt could do in his sleep. He had about 15 more pages to go on the History reading, another Act to go on Pygmalion along with the last 3 questions on the handout, and another 2 pages (double spaced) to write his paper on. Madame Monroe had thankfully told him he could have an extension on his translation assignment. They had all been given a chapter of Les Miserables to translate into English. Kurt had one of the longer ones (as it had originally bee assigned that Monday) because he could do it much easier than most of the other students, but at the same time, with the migraine and the amount of work he had to catch up on over the weekend, she decided to give him a break, and let him turn it in a week late.

It took him until about 2pm when Blaine rang the doorbell, surprising Kurt out of his homework induced stupor. After he went to let Blaine in, and they returned upstairs Kurt collapsed on his bed. "I hate homework." Kurt said, closing his eyes and trying to relax his back, which was hurting because he had been hunched over at his desk for so long. Sitting on his desk chair is mightily uncomfortable for longer than two hour stretches at a time.

"I know what you mean. But I also don't have as much as you to catch up on." Blaine said, sitting on the edge of Kurt's bed as Kurt moved over towards the other side of the bed, giving Blaine ample room to lay down with him. They both turned onto their sides, facing one another. "How are you feeling?" Blaine asked, as he rubbed Kurt's arm with his hand.

Kurt sighed. "Slight headache, but nothing major. It doesn't prevent the other pain from happening when you spend 6 hours hunched over a desk though." he drawled. "My back and neck hurt like crazy. He said rolling his neck, trying to stretch it out some. Blaine frowned, before sitting up.

"Lay down," he motioned. "On your stomach." Kurt looked warily at him for a moment. "Just trust me…" Blaine said as he rolled his eyes. But Kurt complied. "Get comfortable…" He said as Kurt moved his arms down to his side and turns his head to the side so he was lying flat on his bed. Blaine got up and straddled him so he was sitting on Kurt's ass, then leaned down and started giving Kurt a neck and back massage.

"That feels nice…" Kurt moaned.

"Good, it's supposed to." Blaine said, as he slowly rubbed the area around the nape of Kurt's neck, that was currently holding all the tension Kurt had dealt with in the past month.

"Gosh that feels amazing Blaine, your fingers are like magic."

"Imagine what they'd feel like on bare skin…" Blaine muttered without realizing it, but when he did, he stopped rubbing Kurt's upper back and gulped. "I mean…" But Kurt laughed it off.

"I know what you mean Blaine." Kurt sighed in pleasure. "In fact, it sort of reminds me of something that I read last week…" Kurt pointed out.

"Hmmm?" Blaine murmured. "What is that?" He said, as he started back in on rubbing out the kinks in Kurt's back.

"Well, I was doing research….trying to find home remedies on getting rid of headaches…" Kurt trailed off.

"And?" Blaine prodded. Kurt brought his arms up and pushed himself, so he could turn himself over, making Blaine straddle his waist instead.

"I read that certain activities can…help stop migraines and headaches after they've started…" Kurt told him shyly, but a small grin appeared on Blaine's face.

"Oh, and what type of activities are you talking about?" He raised one of his triangular eyebrows, which made Kurt blush. But instead of telling Blaine, Kurt thrust his hips up, allowing his growing hardness to push up against Blaine's ass. Blaine gasped, and quickly pulled himself off of his boyfriend's midsection. "Are you serious, Kurt? Are you ready?" Kurt shrugged.

"I'm not ready for everything…" Kurt trailed off, but recovered after a moment. "But I'm ready to try somethings…" Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes. "I'm not ready to have full on sex yet, Blaine," to which Blaine nodded his understanding. "But I would like to try… other things." Blaine leaned over from where he was sitting on the bed, and placed his lips gently onto Kurt's.

"Are you sure?" He asked, leaning back as he took one of Kurt's hands into his own and rubbing it gently. "I don't want you to do this, simply because you think it'll get rid of a headache…." Kurt shook his head.

"That's not the only reason I want to Blaine. I love you, and yea I'm a little nervous, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to get passed second base…" It amazed Blaine that Kurt could be a coquettish little minx while still being the incredible baby penguin that he had first fallen in love with. Kurt was a lot of things, maybe they should upgrade him to baby minx status, instead of baby penguin.

"Well…" Blaine leaned in until his face was mere centimeters away from Kurt's. "I can't say that I haven't wanted to get passed second base for a while now…" Blaine said, with what could only be described as a feral grin, before he pushed his head forward and captured Kurt's lips in a bruising kiss that left Kurt breathless. As Blaine's tongue darted out to lick a line along Kurt's bottom lip, his hands began moving under Kurt's shirt, something Kurt was extremely grateful for. Kurt opened his mouth to let Blaine's tongue in as he practically pulled his boyfriend back on top of him. Blaine released his hold on Kurt's mouth before moving to his jaw, and down to his neck, and then collarbone. But as quickly as he did so, he stopped and sat back up, with the same grin on his face from before.

"What?" Kurt asked, slightly dazed. Blaine just pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He then pulled Kurt up into a sitting position and Kurt got the message, and pulled his shirt over his head as well. All things considered, this was going to be great.

Later that day Kurt and Blaine were laying on the couch watching a rerun of House MD. It had been an amazing afternoon. The two of them spent quite a bit of time in bed, which culminated with (very quick) hand jobs that did indeed get rid of the tiny headache that had formed during Kurt's stretch of homework. "So…" Kurt started, "I'm really glad we found one way of getting rid of my headaches…" he said nonchalantly, to which Blaine chuckled.

"It definitely was interesting…" Blaine said as House was trying to undermine Cuddy for the first time all episode.

"Man, this is ridiculous. 30 minutes into an episode, and it's the first time he's trying to pull the wool over her eyes? House is getting soft in his old age…" Kurt complained

"Yea, but look at him, he's clearly in love with Cuddy, and she won't give him the time of day." Blaine argued.

"Because he's a megalomaniac who doesn't care about anyone but himself. I mean look at him, all he cares about is solving the mystery. He doesn't care about the patient, he just wants to know what's wrong, damn the consequences if the treatments he uses accidentally kills them." Kurt points out.

"But for the most part, he does cure them." Blaine tries to reason with his boyfriend, who for some reason was getting a little angry.

"But he disregards the feelings and desires of the patient. He bullies them into doing what he thinks is right, even when they don't want to do what he wants them to do! I hate people like that, who bully people into doing what they don't want to do, simply because they have this god complex and think they're right all the time. People like Gregory House, piss me off." Kurt harrumphed. Blaine didn't know what to do, or why his boyfriend was in such a mood. They had just spent a very pleasant afternoon together in his bed, doing things neither of the had ever done to someone else before. He thought that would have calmed Kurt down, but apparently not.

"Kurt, you do realize that House isn't real, right?" Blaine slowly asked, trying to not spark a fire from Kurt over this. "That doctors don't usually bully their patients into treatments?" Kurt shook his head.

"I'm not just talking about doctors, Blaine." Kurt whispered. It was then that Blaine realized what Kurt was angry about.

"Kurt, you know I'd never force you to do something you didn't want to do right? Even if I felt that you were making a mistake?" Blaine looked over at him, trying to make him see reason. "I know you don't like doctors, but I'd never do that to you."

"Then why did you?" Kurt asked, needing to know. "I would have dealt with the migraines fine, until you, my parents, and your mom got on my case. Why did you press the issue, even though you knew I didn't want to go?"

"Because I hated seeing you in pain. Hearing you complain about them, was awful," Kurt looked like he was about to get angry, but Blaine put his hand up to hold him off. "Not because listening to you complain was awful, but listening to you describe it. Trying to be sympathetic when I knew nothing of the pain you are going through. It's one thing to see someone you love in pain… But it's quite another to hear them complain about it. Especially when it is someone as strong as you, Kurt."

"What do you mean?" Blaine sighed.

"Let me put it this way. You love your dad, and think he's one of the strongest people you've ever known, right?" Kurt nodded his head. "Now when he was in his coma after his heart attack, how did you feel?"

Kurt thought about it for a moment, before speaking. "I was heartbroken. There was my father, my dad, the man who took care of me lying in a hospital bed, not being able to move, not able to speak. Not able to tell me that I was being selfish for not letting New Directions pray for him. I tried to be strong for him, but seeing him just broke my heart. Half the time I couldn't look at him for too long, without having to leave the room, because the air was so thick in that room, I just couldn't breathe." Blaine nodded.

"Now imagine being next to him, while he was having the heart attack. Watching as he clutched his chest, groaning in pain and calling out for you, or someone else to get an ambulance?" Blaine asked, and Kurt paled. "Get it now?" Kurt nodded.

"That would have been even worse. I don't know if I'd have gotten through it…" Kurt gulped.

Blaine placed his arms around Kurt's torso and squeezed. "That's how I feel every time I hear you complain about a migraine. Every time I see you trying to blink back the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. Every time I hear you choke back the sobs that can't help but to escape. It physically hurts me every time Kurt, and that's why I wanted you to see a doctor. Because if it was that bad for me, I couldn't imagine how horrible it was for you."

"What if I said, I was having second thoughts about going to the doctor?" Kurt asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if I didn't want to go?"

"I'd say, it's your choice, Kurt. But I'd also say that I feel it's a stupid choice. You've already admitted once that you need help with the migraines. Don't put yourself through all that pain again, just because you're scared."

"But I am scared…" Kurt admitted. Blaine just pulled Kurt to him tighter.

"Only six more days, Kurt. Six more days until your appointment. You can do it. Don't give up." Kurt took a deep breath and nodded.

"I'll try." Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's temple.

"That's all I ask." They both sat back to enjoy the rest of House, until Kurt spoke again.

"You know, I started watching House when it first came on Fox." Kurt started out, Blaine unsure of where it was going. "I probably shouldn't have, but I did anyway. I was 10 years old… and the first episode was…" Kurt sniffed almost inaudibly. "… on the first anniversary of my mom's death." Kurt admitted. "I watched it, not realizing how bad it would be for a 10 year old who was still getting over the death of his mother to watch, and I really shouldn't have. But it hooked me. I kept watching it, all throughout the past 7 seasons. I watched while House pined over Stacy, I watched as Chase pined over Cameron. I watched as Foreman came to the realization that he was stuck at Princeton Plainsboro Hospital for the rest of his life, because no other hospital would take him. I think…" Kurt hesitated. "I think that's where my aversion to doctors comes from…. At least partially."

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked.

"Well think about it… House does anything he can do to solve a case, even putting a patient's life in danger. I was only 10 at the time….how was I supposed to know that a doctor wouldn't do the same thing to me, if I was ever in bad enough shape?"

The following Monday, Kurt once again found himself at school. This time, he was in the library after finishing lunch, doing research on a History paper that was assigned earlier that morning. Funnily enough, Blaine found himself in the library doing research on a geography assignment, which was also assigned earlier that day. They were both studying at the same table, every once in a while a foot would find its way towards one of the legs of the other occupant at the table, making them smirk, and blush respectively. However even the pleasure of Blaine's foot finding areas of Kurt's body that definitely wasn't school appropriate, wasn't enough to keep what was coming, at bay.

As he was reading a passage in his textbook about Adolf Hitler, he once again felt the familiar twinge in the lower right quadrant of his brain. "Ugh" he groaned, making Blaine look up from the book he had gotten out of the stacks a few minutes earlier.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, and Kurt just looked at him, with a pained expression.

"Same thing that's always wrong. A stupid fucking twinge on the right side of my brain that always seems to crop up when I least need it to." Blaine sighed.

"Four more days Kurt, four more days." Kurt nodded, knowing and being partially thankful for that knowledge.

"I just wish it was now. I'm sick of these things." He said, quickly closing up his books. He looked at his phone, which told him he only had 10 minutes until lunch was over, and he had to go to Political Science. "Ugh, I can't even go to the nurse and lie down for an hour. If anything, why didn't the twinge come an hour ago? At least then I could have done something about it." Kurt complained. Blaine sympathized.

"Do you have a test with Beaker?" He shook his head. "Then go to the nurse and take a nap." Kurt just shook his head.

"I went to the nurse last Tuesday for a migraine. If I go again today, she's going to start thinking I do it just to get out of class. Half the school already does. Thanks to your Aunt Jen though, luckily my French class had some sense slapped into them, but the rest of the school? Already thinks I'm a whiney little complainer. I don't want to give them any more ammunition unless I have to."

"It'll be better to just go to the nurse and let them speculate, than to fall prey to a full migraine halfway through class, and not be able to leave." Because they both knew Marshall Beaker was a strict man who didn't let you leave the classroom unless you were called to the principal's office, or about to die. Though with Kurt's migraines, he just might be able to convince him of the latter.

"I can handle it Blaine." Kurt sighed, trying to steady himself, and prepare his resolve for the long afternoon that was a head of him.

"I know you can, but I don't want you to." Blaine tried to remind him of their conversation from Saturday. "I don't want you to be in more pain than you have to be in because of these damn things."

"And Beaker's monotone voice, and inability to use chalk without scratching it on the board will only make it worse." Kurt conceded. "Okay, I'll go. Walk me to the nurse?" Blaine nodded, and quickly put his books away, and stuck the book he had been reading on a reshelving cart.

"Let's go."

Once they got to the nurse, she looked at the two boys, and raised her eyebrow. "Back again, Mr. Hummel?" She asked, a wry smile gracing her face. Sadly he nodded.

"He's got a headache." Blaine told her while Kurt nodded.

"I'm scared it'll turn into a migraine if I go to class." The nurse looked at him warily.

"Prior to last week, have you ever had a migraine before?" A laugh escaped Blaine's lips and Kurt glared at him, while nodding his head.

"Yes."

"How often?" Blaine just shook his head.

"I've had about…7-8 in the past month." Kurt admitted, a fact that Blaine wasn't even aware of completely.

"My, that's a lot. Have you seen a doctor yet?" Kurt shook his head.

"I have an appointment on Friday." She nodded her understanding.

"Well make sure when you go, that you get two prescriptions of whatever he or she gives you. You can't carry prescription medication here, you need to check it in with me." Kurt nodded. "I assume, you want to go lay down like you did the other day?" Kurt nodded. "Very well. What teacher do you have? I'll call'em and let'em know you won't be going to class."

"Thanks, and Beaker." Kurt said, immediately turning around and heading into one of the rooms with the cots.

"Are you sure you're not just trying to get out of class?" She joked, knowing how often people try to leave his class because of how dull he is. Both Kurt and Blaine let out a simultaneous snort.

"I'm already behind in work for his class…I just don't think I'd be able to deal with a headache, possible migraine, and his monotone voice today. It would probably make it worse." She nodded, understanding painted on her face.

"You go sleep. Mr. Anderson, unless you are sick and need to lie down, in a separate room" she smirked "you need to head on to class." Blaine blushed, but kissed Kurt on the cheek.

"Feel better Kurt." He whispered into Kurt's ear. With that Kurt went to lie down, and Blaine left the room.

The next day Kurt was scheduled to tutor John Tanner, a student in his French class who was having trouble remembering how to conjugate the passe composé, which if you asked Kurt, wasn't that hard to understand. "You use the present conjugation of avoir or être and then the correct conjugation of the past form of the verb. For most -er verbe, you remove the -er, and add an é. For most -ir verbs, drop the -ir, and add an i. For most re verbs, drop the -re, and add a u. It's simple."

"But which verbs use avoir, and which ones use être?" John asked, completely oblivious.

"Just remember the mnemonic device Dr & Mrs Vandertramp for the test." Kurt told him, while listing down all the verbs that require the verb être. Which really wasn't that many, 16 if you counted them up."

"Thanks, that'll help."

"Then you just have to memorize the irregular verbs, and you'll be set." John sat there, with a dumbfounded look plastered to his face. Kurt laughed. "C'mon. We'll go over them a few times, and then you can go over them again tonight. The test isn't until Friday…" Kurt trailed off. Friday. The day of his doctors appointment. The one he was both eagerly anticipating, and dreading. He wanted to get it out of the way, and at the same time he wanted to know what was wrong with him, that his head was hurting that much. Kurt stared off into space for a few minutes. John obviously realized something was amiss and shook him lightly.

"You okay, Kurt?" Kurt woke from his daydream and blinked a couple times, trying to get a bearing on where he was again.

"Yea…I'm fine." Kurt said, absentmindly rubbing his head. They went through the list of irregular verbs that Kurt hade made into flashcards the previous week in order to help his tutees. Kurt looked at his watch, and realized that it was nearing 3:45. Their tutoring hour was almost up. "Okay, so just review those and you should be fine. But we'll review these Thursday, and try and get you really prepared for the test?" John nodded and thanked him.

"Thanks Kurt, you're a life saver. You're the first tutor that Madame Monroe has allowed to officially tutor anyone, and a lot of us really need it." Kurt laughed.

"Yea she told me." Kurt said….and then corrected himself. "That I'm the first French tutor she's accepted into the tutoring program…"

"You really are amazing, how do you know French so well?" He asked, and Kurt just replied in French.

"Ma mère était un professeur français et elle m'a enseigné d'un jeune âge." John just looked at him blankly.

"Your mother was a French teacher and she…" Lost at what else Kurt had said.

"…taught me from a young age."

"Ahh. Anyway, you're the best. See you on Tuesday?" Kurt nodded. "See ya."

Kurt packed up all of his supplies and put them back in his messenger bag. He got up and started walking towards the parking lot, eager to get home so he could finish up on some homework, and actually be able to relax tonight. But as he left the building, he got a call from his father. After pressing answer, he said "Hey Dad, what's up?"

"Dr. Randle's office just called. They had a cancellation today, and can take you in about an hour, if you can make it there on time."

"What? Why would they, when I have an appointment in 3 days?"

"Last week, I asked them to call if they had an appointment open up for you, because your headaches were getting worse. They finally called. Can you get there?" Burt told him. Kurt started shaking a little.

"Will you be there?" Kurt asked.

Burt hesitated. "I really can't, Kurt. You're a big boy, Kurt. You can do it on your own." Kurt got to his car, and just leaned up against it.

"No, I can't dad. I'm already having an anxiety attack at the thought of going 3 days early, but without anyone else there with me? I can't do it." Kurt gulped. "I just can't."

"Okay, then. I'll tell them to just keep your appointment for Friday." It was this moment that Kurt saw Blaine walking on the other side of the parking lot, towards Kurt and his Navigator.

"Actually Dad, give me a few minutes. I'll call you back in 5." Kurt said, and immediately hung up.

Expect the next chapter to be updated on Tuesday June 14, 2011