Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.

A/n: So I may have just changed the direction I'm taking this story slightly… we'll see. It shouldn't be too many more chapters now.

Kurt was exhausted. They had been in and out of the hospital for months; Blaine hadn't been able to go back to work, and it seemed like everything was slowly falling apart. If it hadn't been for the disability checks that had started coming, Kurt wasn't sure how they would survive. Between his husband being sick and having a baby girl who was barely seven months old, a lot of days it was all Kurt could do to get himself out of bed to keep things going because he was just so exhausted. But he did what he had to do.

"You should be in bed." Kurt didn't even look up from the paperwork he was doing as he told his husband what to do.

"It wouldn't make a difference if I did stay in bed, and you know it. I don't want to spend my last year in bed, Kurt. I want to live." Kurt looked up as Blaine walked over and sat down on an empty space on top of the desk.

"I know. But is it wrong of me to want to keep you for as long as possible, Blaine?" Kurt asked. He reached out and put a hand on Blaine's knee. "I wish there was some way I could stop time… that I could keep you here forever. I would even gladly keep Rylie as an infant forever if it just meant that you could stay with us."

"I don't want to leave you. I don't want any of this. I would much rather stay with the two of you forever," Blaine replied. Kurt sighed as the man leaned down and pressed a kiss against his lips. "Can we please do something that we haven't done since Rylie was born?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. "I know it's been seven months, but do I really have to spell it out for you?"

"Blaine… are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Let's see… you're incredibly stressed out. Rylie is asleep, and she's actually started napping for a decent amount of time. And do I need to mention again that we haven't had sex in seven months?" Kurt smiled as Blaine pressed another kiss against his lips. "Please. I miss you."

"Blaine, I have to finish this paperwork… it can't wait. But tonight, after Rylie is in bed, we'll have some fun. I promise." Kurt pressed another kiss against Blaine's lips, before he gently pushed his husband off the desk and to his feet. "I've got to get back to this. I'll come eat lunch with you in a little while, after I've gotten all of this taken care of."

"I guess I can figure out something to do until then… maybe I'll cook something for lunch so we don't have to eat sandwiches."

"Just be careful. Call me if you need help with anything," Kurt replied, going back to his paperwork.

"I think I can handle making lunch."

Kurt glanced at his watch an hour later, surprised that he hadn't heard anything from either Blaine or Rylie. Almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Kurt heard the shrill beeping of the fire alarm immediately followed by Rylie's cries. He ran into the kitchen, turning off the oven and grabbing the fire extinguisher from its place underneath the kitchen sink and putting out the fire.

"Blaine? Blaine, where are you?" he called. He put down the fire extinguisher and hurried down the hall to Rylie's room, picking the baby up from her crib and walking back over towards the kitchen. "Blaine?" Kurt was starting to get worried when he heard a moan coming from the living room.

"Oh God…" Kurt hurried over towards the noise, putting Rylie down a couple of feet away from Blaine so that he could keep an eye on her while he took care of his husband. It only took him a moment to notice the red stain that was starting to form on the carpet. "Kurt… it hurts…"

"I know, honey…" Kurt replied. He looked around trying to find something to stop the bleeding. He grabbed a throw from the couch and balled it up, gently lifting Blaine's head and pressing the material against the cut. "Just lay still… I'm going to get some help and get someone over here to watch Rylie."

"Don't leave me, Kurt…"

"I'm just going to get the phone. I'll be right back…" Kurt hurried back into his office and grabbed his cell phone, dialing as he ran back into the living room.

Kurt cradled Rylie against his chest as he waited for someone to come give him information about Blaine.

"I'm sorry, Kurt… I got here as quickly as I could…" Kurt smiled up at Emma as she sat down next to him, reaching out for the baby. "Is he okay?"

"I don't know yet… why don't you just take Rylie back to the house. I don't want her exposed to too many germs," Kurt replied, kissing the little girl's forehead before handing her over to the babysitter.

"That's probably a good idea."

"And stay out of the living room… the carpet's going to have to be cleaned, and I doubt you want to see that. And I don't want Rylie around that."

"Kurt?" He looked up as Dr. Lowery came out to talk to him. "He's going to be okay. He has a concussion, so we're going to keep him overnight for observation. But I think it's time we seriously considered trying something other than medication to stop his seizures."

"You'll have to talk to Blaine about that. It's his decision… it's his life."

"He's said before that he doesn't want to have surgery. But we're out of other options here, Kurt… without surgery, he's going to keep having seizures that are going to get more and more intense, and eventually we're not going to be able to stop his seizures with medication." Kurt nodded, sighing.

"When can I go see him?"

"He's sleeping at the moment, but I'll take you in there," Dr. Lowery replied. Kurt kissed Rylie's head one more time before sending Emma and the baby off home and following the doctor back into an exam area. "If anyone says anything to you, just let them know that you have my permission to be back here."

"Thank you, Dr. Lowery. For everything." Kurt walked over to the bed, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss against Blaine's forehead. For the first time since Blaine had told him that he was going to die, Kurt felt the tears starting to fall. Blaine's vision was going to come true; Kurt was going to lose the love of his life.

"Why are you crying?" Kurt looked up at the whispered voice. "Don't cry, Kurt."

"I don't want to lose you… I don't think I can deal with that," Kurt replied, grabbing Blaine's hand and pressing a kiss against the back of it. "I've been trying to not think about it… to pretend that this isn't tearing me up inside. But you're going to leave me soon. I'm not ready to lose you."

"Kurt…" Blaine began.

"Shhh… I know, there's nothing you can do. But there has to be some way to change things. We all make choices, Blaine. That has to count for something…"

"I don't want to leave you, either."

"We have to try everything… take every chance. I can't lose you like this…"