This was prompted by story review's: "What if Kurt got sick and had to go to the hospital?"

When I said that I had already did a sick chapter, she (he? Sorry, I kind of assume everyone in the Klaine fandom is a girl. Are there any guys reading this story? Just curious) said that it should be something more serious, like his appendix or needing a new kidney or something. Well, I think that the second option would be more than a one-shot, but the first one seems like a good idea. I've never had to get my appendix out, so I'm going to be fabricating the pain involved, but I've experienced horrible pain before so maybe I can do it justice. If I didn't let me know.

Here's Chapter Thirty-Six: The Hospital

"And so then she says... Oh." A sharp pain went through Kurt's side and he rubbed the spot until it passed. "Well, that was weird," he commented.

"What?" Blaine asked, a look of concern on his face. Kurt smiled, loving how his boyfriend genuinely cared about everything he did. Unlike Finn, who - even though he loved Rachel more than logic could explain - sometimes only pretended to listen to how she'd make the best Maria in West Side Story or how the movie version of such and such musical couldn't even hold a candle to the original. But Blaine... Blaine had once sat while Kurt waxed on about how gorgeous Alex Pettyfer was and he hung onto every word.

"Just this weird pain in my side. I probably pulled a muscle or something."

"Are you sure?" Even though Kurt was blowing it off because it was nothing, Blaine still looked slightly worried. Which, of course, made Kurt's heart swell that much more for his boyfriend.

"Yes, Blaine. I'm..." he cut off as another pain shot through his side, his one more painful than the last. "Okay," he laughed when it passed. "That's the last time I go to yoga with Rachel."

"Kurt..."

"I'm good. It only hurts when I move." He intook a big breath when he laughed, which quickly turned into a gasp when the pain ripped through his side again, worse than ever. This time, it wasn't going away. In fact, it seemed to be getting worse. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" he complained, starting to get scared. What could be wrong with him? Was it his appendix? What side of the body was the appendix on again?

"Where does it hurt, baby?" Kurt didn't say anything, just pointed and Blaine applied the lightest of pressures to the spot. It shouldn't have hurt, but Kurt hissed in pain anyway. "All right," Blaine announced. "Let's go."

"Where?" Kurt managed past the stabbing pain.

"The ER."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Kurt... something is really wrong."

"I don't want to go to the doctor," he whined, trying to ignore the pain in his side. Maybe if he pretended like it wasn't there, Blaine would drop it and not insist on taking him to the ER.

Blaine ran a hand over Kurt's hair. "Why not?" he asked.

"Because."

"That's not an answer."

"Oh, well."

"Please, Kurt. Just tell me."

Kurt sighed. This was Blaine - probably the only person in his life who would never judge him. "I'm afraid of the doctor. Well, hospitals, actually."

"Why? Hospitals aren't so bad."

"They are when the earliest memory you have of them is your mother going behind a door and never coming back." Blaine just looked at him blankly and Kurt realized that he had never really told his boyfriend about how his mom died. "She had cancer. Breast cancer," he explained, still trying to ignore the pain in his side. Maybe if he focused on a different pain... "They thought that if they removed the tumor, then she would go into remission. But it was bigger than they thought and they couldn't get it all. And the chemo and radiation stopped working and she got worse. After that, she sort of just gave up. And then she died." Kurt started crying. He had never talked about his mom's sickness and death with anybody (even his dad avoided the details) and it felt cathartic to tell somebody about it, especially someone who loved him unconditionally.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders and let him cry into the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry," he murmured, stroking Kurt's hair. "How about I make you a deal? Let's give it an hour and if you're not better by then, we're going to the ER. Okay?"

"Okay."

And they sealed the deal with a kiss.

An hour later, Kurt was in the passenger seat of Blaine's car, moaning in pain. He had tried his best to mask the pain to avoid the hospital, but when he'd gotten up to go to the bathroom, he'd crumpled to the ground, the worst pain he'd ever felt ripping through his entire body. It was like there was something trying to claw its way out, some kind of monster bent on destroying him. So without a word, Blaine had half-dragged him to the car, buckled him in, and drove well over the speed limit (unnatural for Blaine, who was pretty much the perfect driver).

Blaine parked as close to the entrance of the ER as he possibly could. He went around to Kurt's side and helped him out of the car. "It hurts, Blaine," he cried softly.

"I know, baby, I know," Blaine said soothingly. "But we're going to get you fixed, okay?"

"Mmm," was all he could manage as they walked into the ER. Kurt closed his eyes and tried to pretend he was anywhere but a hospital. But that didn't help because all he picture was going through the doors at the far end of the hall and never coming back, like his mom. He'd never see his dad again. Or Carole. Or Finn. Or Mercedes...

Or Blaine.

"Can I help you?" the nurse at the check-in desk asked. Then, "Is he okay?"

"No, I don't think so. He has this pain shooting through his side and he can barely stand up," Blaine answered for Kurt.

"It hurts," Kurt moaned as the monster reared its ugly head again.

"I know it does, Kurtie," Blaine said softly in his ear. "So can we please see a doctor?"

"Is he eighteen?"

"Not yet..."

"Then a parent needs to sign him in."

"His parents are both at work. I can call them if you need me to, but he needs to see a doctor, like, right now."

"Are you his brother?"

"His boyfriend, actually." Kurt couldn't see the nurses reaction because his eyes were still closed, but he couldn't have cared less at that point. All he wanted was for the pain to go away.

Or to die.

Which ever came first.

"Please," he started to beg. "Please just make it go away." He was shamelessly crying now, his head buried in Blaine's shoulder.

"Please," was all Blaine said.

"I'll see if a doctor is available," the nurse said. "Why don't you have a seat. And call... um..."

"Kurt. Kurt Hummel."

"Call Kurt's parents, okay?"

Blaine agreed and led Kurt, who had opened his eyes, to the stiff chairs that every waiting room had. Blaine helped him sit down and stroked his hair as he called Kurt's dad. Kurt was barely listening to the conversation and only paid attention to his surroundings when Blaine started talking to him. "Your dad's on his way, baby." Kurt was crying again, but not because of the pain this time. "Ssh, I know it hurts, but you have to calm down."

"It's not that. I - I'm scared, Blaine."

"Don't be. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?"

"Promise." And then Blaine started singing to him, which he knew Kurt loved because his mom used to sing to him when he was little and scared.

You make me
Feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

"Kurt Hummel?" the check-in nurse called and Blaine helped Kurt to shaky feet. As much as he hated hospitals, he wanted the pain to go away, so he was feeling very conflicted. But he had Blaine and Blaine was his rock, the one thing he knew he could always count on. "Oh, you can just wait out here, dear," the nurse said to Blaine.

"No!" Kurt said a little too loudly because the other people in the waiting room all turned to look at him. "Blaine... Blaine has to come... with me," he gasped out through another spasm of pain.

"I think I better come," Blaine said. "Kurt has issues with hospitals."

The nurse sighed like they were wasting her time. "Fine. Follow me." Kurt allowed himself to be half-carried through those dreaded double doors into the depths of his own worst nightmare. The nurse led them to a bed separated from the one next to it only by a thin curtain. "The doctor will be here soon." Then she turned and walked away.

"Nice woman," Blaine commented, trying to make a joke. Kurt laid back on the bed and clutched his side, moaning. "It's going to be okay, Kurtie."

"I'm going to die."

"No, you're not."

"I love you."

"I love you, too. But you're not going to die."

"How do you know?"

"Because I won't let you." Kurt smiled at just how much his boyfriend loved him.

"Kurt?" he heard a doctor say and he froze. He hated doctors more than he hated hospitals because it was the doctors that couldn't save his mom. It was the doctors that turned his world upside down. "The nurse tells me that you're having some pretty bad pain. Can you show me where?" Kurt pointed. "That's what I was afraid of."

"What?" Kurt burst out frantically and Blaine rubbed circles in the back of his hand.

"I think you may have appendicitis, but we need to do a couple of tests to make sure." He pressed his fingers into Kurt's side and Kurt cried out. "Scale of one to ten, how bad did that hurt?"

"A million."

"Okay," the doctor chuckled, though there was nothing funny about it. "Well, you just sit tight, and I'll go order those tests."

Five hours later, the doctor came back and said the words that Kurt dreaded.

He had appendicitis.

"So what now?" Burt, who had arrived three hours earlier, asked.

"Well, it seems pretty advanced, so the best thing to do would be to remove the appendix."

"What, like surgery?"

"Yes, Mr. Hummel."

"Isn't there any other way?" Burt knew how Kurt felt about hospitals and doctors and surgeries and all of that. And anyone who knew Burt Hummel knew that he would do anything to protect his little boy. Kurt loved that about his father. "Like a medicine or something?"

"Afraid not, Mr. Hummel. If we don't take it out, it could rupture and your son could get an infection."

Burt sighed and Kurt clutched Blaine's hand tighter, not that the smaller boy cared. Blaine leaned in and pressed his forehead to Kurt's, despite the fact that Kurt had started to run a fever and was probably clammy and gross. In all the time they'd been at the hospital, Blaine had not once left Kurt's side, holding his hand, kissing him and singing to him, not caring that the people of Ohio didn't generally take kindly to gay guys. "I don't feel so good," Kurt moaned and Blaine sat him up so he could vomit in the basin by his bed. That was another new addition - he was up chucking every fifteen minutes.

"So, what now?" Burt asked the doctor while Blaine rubbed small circles in Kurt's back and handed him a glass of water. "Do we go home and wait for the surgery or are you going to admit him?"

"Actually, I would prefer if we do it right now. To reduce the risk of infection." Kurt was suddenly more alert than he'd been in hours. "I know that's probably a shock, but it's for the best."

"I completely understand," Burt said, but it was like he was underwater for all that Kurt was paying attention. The last time someone in his family had had surgery, she'd died a week later. He was too young to die - there were so many things he wanted to do.

Graduate high school.

Get out of Lima.

Go to NYU.

Be on Broadway.

Design for Alexander McQueen.

Grow old with Blaine.

Before he knew it, he was being wheeled into an operating room, the last words he heard was Blaine saying, "I'll be right here when you get out. And, oh yeah... courage," which didn't fail to put a smile on his face.

Kurt opened his eyes and his first thought was that it was too bright. This was closely followed by the feeling of the bandage around his midsection. Then wondering where he was. Then someone saying, "Kurt?"

"Blaine?"

"Are you up?"

"No, I'm still asleep. Really, Blaine?" Kurt was pleased to find that even after getting out surgery, he was still the bitchiest and most fabulous diva in all of Ohio. "I survived," he announced proudly, turning his head to look at Blaine. If he hadn't known any better, he would have thought he'd died and gone to Heaven, the boy in front of him was that much like an angel.

"Well, no one brings the Hummels down, right?"

"Right."

"Not even a big, bad hospital?"

"Not even a big, bad hospital." Blaine brushed Kurt's limp hair out of his eyes and kissed his forehead, then his nose, and finally, his lips. "What would I ever do without you?" he asked against Blaine's lips.

"I have no idea."

"Conceited."

"You love it."

"Yeah, I do."

"Now go to sleep."

"Yes, sir." Then, "Promise you'll be here when I wake up?"

"Today and every day after."

Not happy with this at all, but I needed to write it down.

But it's all about what you guys think, as usual :)

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