Happy belated Halloween! Did everyone see the new gee promo? AHHH!

I just wanted to say that I forgot to mention in the smutty chapter that not only was it inspired by 2 Maroon 5 songs, but also by one Alicia Keys song called Unthinkable, which is a song about taking the next steps in a relationship. Be sure to look it up, it's such a beautiful song: D I'm a huge Alicia Keys stan.

Also, this is just a filler chapter because I sort of needed something like this before the real drama starts to happen, which starts next chapter.

Also, I joined a real life glee club! I live in Canada and we don't have many of them here, but I auditioned for the only one in my town and made it. I'm so excited!

By the way, any potterheads/hunger games fans like me? check this website out! /

Sorry for the rambling, enjoy!

It was surprisingly easy, keeping a secret as big as this.

Of course, Blaine felt a little bad for keeping things from his new friends in the New Directions, but at the same time, he knew he'd do whatever it took to make sure Kurt's world didn't shatter to the floor. If he wanted to tell people about his sickness, he'd let him do it on his own. It wasn't any of Blaine's business to be telling anyone.

Kurt was so brave and so incredibly calm about this whole thing. Almost as if he was never sick at all. Blaine realized that Kurt had this disease for pretty much his entire childhood anyway, ever since he was just becoming a teenager, which was terrible. But when something sticks with you for along time, you cope with it, whether you like it or not. It's sad. When things like this happen, when tragedy strikes and affects the most innocent of people, the only thing that can be really done about it is nothing. Just sit back and smile or else you'll be a wreck. And Blaine thought Kurt was the strongest person ever for handling this so perfectly.

Of course, when he jokes with the glee kids in rehearsal or fought off a bully with a snarky comment, he was himself. Just himself and no one else. And it's amazing how well Kurt hid that he was really broken on the inside. If only everyone knew what really happened behind the scenes, the things that Kurt didn't even tell Blaine. How Carole would hold his hand or sweep his bangs back when he painfully heaved in the bathroom, getting sick all over again. How he'd swallow the dry pain medications that really didn't even work that well. How he looked into his father's faithful and troubled eyes. And how he would curl up in his comfy sheets and forced himself into the cool sheets and try to forget the outside world. He didn't even cry. Kurt wasn't scared anymore; he knew that one of these days his body would give up on him. Treatments were useless and a waste of money for Kurt now. All he could do was sit and wait.

Kurt was so grateful at Blaine's reaction to the shocking news. He thought Blaine would have backed away from Kurt or something, saying that he couldn't date someone with such special needs and who spends all day in the hospital. That's what Kurt feared for the most, but instead Blaine had opened his arms and took all of him. Flaws and all. And it made Kurt fall in love with him all over again. Kurt felt so lucky and special to have Blaine.

He was so afraid to tell his friends. His incredible friends whom he fought with and argued with endlessly, but who were always there for him. What would Mercedes and Rachel say? What about Mr. Schue, or the guys? Would they panic and try to make Kurt feel better by showering him with hugs and kisses and gift cards? It didn't matter anyway. No one could nurse Kurt back to health.

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

Blaine was over at Kurt's house one sunny afternoon, having dinner with the Hummel-Hudson's. After a friendly dinner full of stories from the tire shop (Kurt would roll his eyes at his dad), some laughs and a few discussions about school, the boys were left alone on Kurt's balcony. The sky was getting a little dark, but the air was still warm. A cool spring breeze whistled through the trees and flowers down bellow in Carole's garden. Blaine sat on one of the plastic chairs out on the balcony, with Kurt sitting on his lap. Everything was comfortable, a tingly feeling spreading over them like the spring breeze itself. Kurt sighed contently.

"This is nice," he murmured into Blaine's wool sweater.

Blaine nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it is. It sucks we don't get a lot of alone time like this."

"Mmm," Kurt smiled, snuggling closer to Blaine.

Blaine looked down at his boyfriend, his body curled up into a ball, his eyes closed and his mouth twitching into a small smile, his cheek against his chest. All of the wonderful things you can notice about a person, and sooner or later something terrible might happen to them. Blaine couldn't understand why Kurt was so calm about his unpredictable, blurry future. Anything can happen to you when you're sick, especially when that sickness is irrevocable. Blaine knew how this usually went down. One time, his sister Stacy had forced him to watch a whole bunch of movies with her when she got a cold. Mane of them were romance movies with tragic endings, and he and Stacy ended up bawling together like a bunch of little girls, tissues scattered all over the room. But now, this was real life. Blaine understood how it felt now, to be trapped in one of those situations and not being able to escape its clutches.

"Are you scared?" Blaine whispered.

Kurt's head rose up off of Blaine's chest, and he didn't need to ask what Blaine was talking about in order to answer him. Kurt didn't look upset or angry at the question asked; he just simply, stared at the sky for a few seconds before turning and answering.

"No," Kurt answered, "I'm not. Are you?"

Blaine's face softened, but his eyes remained that same pained-troubled-teenage-boy look. The truth was, Blaine was terrified. He didn't want anything bad happening to Kurt, and if it did, how would he go on afterwards?

"Blaine," Kurt said, interrupting Blaine's thoughts. Kurt cupped the side on Blaine's face and brought himself up, kissing him softly on the mouth. When they broke apart, Kurt spoke.

"Don't be scared, Blaine," Kurt twirled a dark curl between his nimble fingers. "The last thing I want is for you to be scared. You have nothing to be scared of."

"I have plenty to be scared of," Blaine sighed.

Kurt frowned. "You promised this wouldn't stress you out."

"I'm not stressed out," Blaine said, his voice cracking, "I just don't know what I'm going to do with myself if I ever let anything bad happen to you."

That's when Kurt's heart totally melted at the words. He'd never felt so wanted, so loved in his whole life.

"You can't help what's going to happen to me, Blaine," Kurt laid his head on Blaine's shoulder. "It's not your fault that this is happening. You know I love you, and you know I'd do anything for you. Please, babe, I just…"

Kurt paused. "What is it, Kurt?" Blaine asked.

"Maybe I am a little scared," Kurt admitted, his voice low but delicate, almost like a child. "I've accepted what's happening, Blaine. I know that one of these days, I'm going to have to deal with something that's going to change my life forever, and it's probably going to involve my sickness. That part, I've accepted. But ever since I met you…I don't even know. It's so complicated."

Blaine understood what Kurt was getting at.

But Kurt wasn't finished yet. "But I'm so happy right now, Blaine. With you…I fell like I can do anything."

Blaine kissed Kurt slowly on his lips, both of them leaning in for more.

"You have to trust me, Blaine," Kurt whispered against the lips in front of him. "Promise to trust me, Blaine."

"I trust you," Blaine murmured, "I trust you."

They sat there together, smiling for a few more minutes before Blaine suddenly got up, causing Kurt to slump back into the plastic chair. He grimaced.

Blaine held this hand out. "Dance with me, Kurt."

An eyebrow was raised. "What? Blaine, we can't dance out here."

He shrugged. "Sure we can. We can do anything we want."

Kurt slowly took hold on Blaine's warm hand, feeling his body pressed closely against Blaine's. "I've never really danced with anyone before…I mean, in glee club sure, but not…not like this."

Blaine put his moth close to Kurt's ear and chuckled. "Trust me, Kurt."

Kurt giggled softly when they started to move around in little circles. "We don't even have any music, Mr. Corny."

"Make some. In your head," Blaine smiled.

And so they did. They held each other impossibly close not allowing even an inch of space between themselves as they twirled and moved together. Kurt's heart fluttered wildly, a bird trapped in a cage. Blaine grabbed Kurt's waist and very gently, leaned his boyfriend backwards into a dip. Kurt threw his head back and laughed, and Blaine decided that he'd never seen anything more beautiful.

"Told you I would trust you," Kurt said. "This is so romantic-comedy esque."

Blaine shrugged, still moving around with Kurt in his arms. "Really? It sees a whole lot better if you ask me."

Kurt smiled up at him. "Yeah. I guess you're right."

From inside the glass door that separated the living room and the balcony, Burt Hummel made his way up the stairs and into his bedroom. He stopped when he saw his son's arms wrapped securely around Blaine's neck, swaying together and smiling. Burt knew that this would normally freak him out, but all he did was smile approvingly at the both of them. Blaine really did keep his promise when he said he would be there for Kurt always. Burt was grateful that Kurt had someone to cling onto, some sort of reminder that he wasn't alone in this and that someone actually cared about him. That was his little boy, his only son… and he was being tortured everyday. But it certainly helped to ease and old man's pain to see that son with the joy of his life, helping him heal everyday.

Burt made his way into the room, being careful not to disturb the two boys in love.