Burt hears how someone opens the door and runs upstairs.
"Kurt, wait," a voice screams and Burt steps into the hallway, looking at Blaine with crossed arms.
"When you both go to the city of love and come back contending ... well that might be a sign -"
"What?"
Blaine contracts his brows, still standing in the door frame.
"We're not contending! He felt sick during flight and -"
"Oh ..."
Burt drops his head feeling a bit ashamed that he thought both would be disunited again.
"Could you," Blaine starts and Burt nods, moving upwards.
"I'll look after him, and you can carry your stuff in."
Hesitantly, Burt opens the bathroom door and sees how Kurt is on his knees, bending over the toilet bowl, spewing. It's Sunday evening - Kurt's stomach drove him crazy the whole day and during flight, it got worse.
"Hey son," Burt mumbles and comes closer, wanting to stroke his back to soothe him. Kurt starts breathing regular and wipes his mouth on his hand. Burt's heart skips a beat while he stares at his son's bloody hand. Slowly, he bends over and takes a look into the toilet bowl, not believing his eyes.
Kurt's vomit looks like coffee grounds.
Trembling, Kurt stretches his hand and operates the toilet, but it's too late. His dad saw it. Teary-eyed, Kurt turns his head to Burt who holds his gaze.
"K-Kurt, tha-that's blood ..."
Kurt drops his gaze and starts crying.
"Hey," Blaine says, walking to them. He sees how his boyfriend kneels crying on the ground and gives Burt who stands next to him an angry look.
Looking after him, not making him cry!
Gently, Blaine kneels also down and hugs Kurt, who lays his head upon his shoulder, looking up to his dad.
Burt's eyes are watery and Kurt's heart breaks while watching him.
That's why he didn't want somebody to know about it.
Slowly and careful that Blaine doesn't notice it, Kurt lays his forefinger on his mouth, symbolizing that his dad should stay quiet.
This one just swallows hard and averts his gaze.
"When you're both finished, could I talk to you for a while, Kurt?"
He walks into the kitchen, not able to raise his head to face his dad.
"Sit down," he says, his voice barely a whisper.
Kurt takes a deep breath and sits down.
This isn't happening.
It's not real.
"Wa-" his voice breaks and Kurt looks up. Burt hides his mouth with his hand, sobbing.
Suddenly, Kurt feels how something wet runs down his cheeks by watching his dad, thinking about how worse it must be, when the time has come and Kurt won't be there anymore.
"Was this," he starts again sniffling, looking to his son, "Was this the first time ... with blood-" His voice changes into a sobbing again, while Kurt shakes his head, hesitantly.
"Uhm," Burt rubs his eyes and tries to wipe his tears away, but new ones follow immediately.
"Take your jacket, we will go to see a doctor now."
Burt stands up and wants to pass Kurt, but this one holds his arm, staring at the ground.
"Kurt, we have to hurry up, when there's blood - then it's not funny any longer."
Kurt swallows and writes something down. He stares at his note with a racing heart and looks to Burt again.
"What is it?"
Kurt closes the notebook.
I can't tell him.
"Kurt," Burt says, sounding depressed but forceful.
"Show it to me!"
More tears are rolling down his face, while his stomach starts to ache again. He can almost feel how his heart breaks when he opens the book again and shows his dad his sentences.
We don't have to go to a doctor. He said that this will happen.
Burt's eyes widen and he looks his son over, thinking about what to say, what to do, but somehow this pale and sobbing face wakes all his grave concerns.
"What do you mean – he said it? What else did he say? Did you lie to us?"
Kurt buries his face in his hands and starts to sob without restraint, so that Burt bends forward to hug him. He contracts his brows and strokes the trembling body, not wanting to realize what became apparent.
Kurt steps into his room, looking to Blaine who sits in his bed, reading. He turns to the tearstained Kurt and feels his racing heart.
"Kurt, what -"
But his boyfriend averts his gaze while he walks to the bed and takes then a pillow and a blanket. Blaine saw his red, swollen eyes and stands up, while Kurt starts to walk out of the room.
"Hey, what happened?"
He follows Kurt and lays a hand on his shoulder, to make him stop before he could leave the room.
"Tell me," he whispers and starts to wrap Kurt's upper body with his arms, but Kurt slaps his hands away.
"Hey," Blaine screams after him, not knowing what he did wrong this time. He watches how Kurt runs downstairs.
"Are you serious?" Burt says, sitting on the couch and scanning Kurt, who holds his blanket. Kurt sighs and sits next to his dad who lays his arm around him, gingerly.
He squeezes his son and covers him with the blanket, trying to fight against his tears, without any success.
"Do you think it's clever? Making him feel like you're angry with him?"
Kurt presses his head against his dad's chest, sobbing. With wavering hands, Kurt writes something down.
Don't want to sleep next to him. It hurts too much.
Burt swallows.
"And hugging me doesn't hurt?"
Kurt rolls his eyes and pulls himself away.
"Wait," Burt says and grips his hand.
"I'm sorry, I know it's different, because I know what ... I know-"
He starts to cry once more and Kurt turns to him again, stroking his back.
I'm so sorry, Dad.
So sorry.
"Could you two please tell me what the fuck is going on?!"
They look at Blaine and this one just shrugs his shoulders, feeling like an outcast.
"Nothing," Burt mumbles, "Had a dispute with Carole."
Blaine raises his brows. Until now, Burt had never a dispute with his girlfriend so can barely believe it.
Even though, why does Kurt want to sleep on the couch?
Kurt continues stroking his dad's back and looks to Blaine, who turns around without saying anything and walks upstairs again.
"You wanna know what I think?"
Slowly, Kurt turns his face to him, in wonder what his dad wants to say.
"You should tell him."
Kurt gasps for air and jumps up.
Never.
"You have to," Burt means and wipes his tears away.
"What if he finds out by himself?"
Kurt's eyes widen. He thought about that a million times, not one single situation wouldn't break Blaine's heart.
"Tell him! And dear god, go back upstairs! Isn't that suspicious? Not wanting to sleep in the same bed as him?"
Kurt pouts and crosses his arms, blinking back his tears, knowing that his dad is right.
"You meant you don't want us to know, because you don't want to hurt us. Do you know what hurts? When you just run away without telling what's wrong. Without telling the truth."
After a few minutes, Kurt opens the door again and catches a sight of Blaine, who lies in the bed, with his face to the wall.
Kurt takes a deep breath.
He was forced to tell his dad, but he doesn't want Blaine to know the truth. Sure, he will be pissed of if he finds out, but in the meantime they could have a great time. That's why Kurt took him to Paris.
He wants the most beautiful weeks for his boyfriend and himself. It's just that he forgot how difficult it is, pretending that everything's okay.
Slowly, he comes closer and lets the blanket and the pillow fall upon his bed, next to Blaine. He lays down, slides so close to him, that he only has to reach out his hand, to touch him.
"What do you hide from me?" Blaine starts with a wobbly voice. "I deserve to know the truth."
He turns around and is surprised that his boyfriend is so close, too close for him. Unintentionally, he scans his face also his lips and drops his gaze, feeling a cold hand on his cheek.
"Don't," he mumbles, takes Kurt's hand and holds it tight.
They're at this point again.
Blaine wants to know what is wrong and Kurt tries to distract him by touching him.
Then, he feels Kurt's other hand on his chest and takes it also in his own. Slowly, Kurt's head comes closer and he lays his lips on Blaine's, making it impossible for Blaine to pull himself away.
Kurt ends the kiss slowly and looks into his boyfriend watery eyes.
"You can kiss me as often as you want to, I don't forget what I saw. You and your dad cried and you took your blanket and walked awa-," he gets interrupted as Kurt kisses him again, blinking back his tears.
"Stop it," Blaine mutters while he sits up, laying his hand upon Kurt's chest to press him into the mattress. He bends over Kurt to fetch his notebook, which lays upon the bed stand.
"Write it down! What bothers you? I'd say it's still because of ... 'that guy', but the way how you touch me ... I don't know, it's weird."
He presses the book into Kurt's hand, still pinning him down. It's the first time since Kurt got raped, that Blaine does something like that.
Holding him down, causing him to be helpless and inferior. He never wanted to do that, but he didn't want Kurt to kiss him once more. Feeling Kurt's lips makes it hard for him to remember his sorrows. It's like, when they touch, everything else seems to be unimportant and beyond reach. But Blaine doesn't want to be distracted. He wants to know the truth.
"Please, Kurt. I can feel that you're not honest ... Sure Paris was beautiful, but -"
He takes his hand away and lets Kurt sit up. Blaine expected him to be angry that he pressed him down, but he just writes something into his notebook.
Don't worry.
Blaine pants with rage.
"Don't worry? Kurt you're crying in the night and you ... you go to Paris with me and you're always so sad and absent, but you tried to seduce me ... and when we come back you don't even want to sleep next to me? You change your mood in every minute and I don't get it. I really don't."
Kurt sighs. It's a dangerous game, he plays.
And Blaine is clever.
He will find out soon ...
He feels a stitch in his stomach, and fights against the urge to lay his hand upon it, not wanting Blaine to realize it. Somehow, after talking with dad, he knows that this one is right. He should let him know. But he is scared to tell him. In fact, he told Burt under tears, but telling Blaine?
Kurt can't make up how to do that. How to do that without that both their hearts break into thousand pieces.
How to tell the love of my life that I will die within the next months?
That there's nothing to do for us, except of enjoy the time and love each other?
Kurt strengthens his grip around the pen.
I'm a mystery – that keeps me interesting.
Blaine raises his brows.
"Uhm, that's your answer?"
His stomach drives him crazy and he turns his head to his bag, longing for his medicine. Smiling, he closes his eyes as he feels Blaine's hand around his waist. Blaine's body is so warm and strong and Kurt feels suddenly the urge to touch him and to be touched.
It's been a long time, that he felt like that. Slowly, he turns his head to Blaine and slides closer to him, that their sides are touching again. He lays his hand on Blaine's arm and wants to kiss him, but Blaine pulls back.
"Why are you lying to me?"
Kurt sighs and stands up, feeling the fear that he'll find out and the and the pain his body.
"Seriously, you behave strange ever since you saw the doctor."
Blaine's heart skips a beat. He knows that he's right.
"Kurt, what did he tell you? Sounds like you don't want to let us know how bad it really is," he mumbles more to himself than to Kurt.
Kurt lays both hands on his stomach, not able to hold his tears back any longer. The pain got worse, much worse and he feels how Blaine lays a hand on his arm and turns him around, forcing him to look at him.
"Kurt, what's the matter with your stomach? Is it more than just gastritis?"
Kurt can't hold his gaze and faces the ground, but Blaine grips his chin and pulls it up to him.
"Write it down! I beg you!"
With all his might, Kurt slaps his hand away and feels such a hard and deep stitch in his stomach, that he sinks on the ground, kneeling in front of Blaine and gripping his jeans, to hold on to something.
"God, Kurt," Blaine screams and kneels also down, but Kurt can't look at him and squinches his eyes shut, at pains. Blaine tries to soothe him, while he strokes his back, but Kurt collapses completely, not able to think about something else than the pain and the will to make it stop.
"Kurt," he says again, feeling absolutely helpless, but then he sees how Burt opens the door.
"Oh god," he mumbles and runs to Kurt, sits down and takes him into his arms. Kurt's rib cage is moving in a rapid speed and he contorts his face with pain and tenses his body.
"W-w-we need to call the ambulance," Blaine stutters and wants to stand up, but Kurt grips his arm and holds him.
Blaine looks into his sweaty face and Kurt cries out again, causing Blaine's heart to race.
"Blaine, his medicine," Burt says, still stroking his son. Kurt strengthens his grip on Blaine's sleeve, but Burt takes his hand away, gingerly.
"In his bag" he demands, not looking to Blaine.
"B-but we ... we should call the ambulance-"
"He doesn't want to go to the hospital," Burt screams and Blaine realizes for the first time, that Kurt's dad is crying.
"What do you mean he doesn't want to-"
Blaine gets interrupted as Kurt contracts his body once more, so he walks to the bag and brings it to Burt, who pulls Kurt's pillbox out.
"Open your mouth," Burt means, but Kurt has to cough and vomit, having blood in the liquid once more.
Blaine's heart starts aching.
Blood?
Burt shoves a pill into Kurt's mouth, starting to sob and presses his son against his chest, even closer.
"Everything's okay Kurt, we're here."
Kurt lies in his dad's lap and holds his right arm with his left one. Hesitantly, he reaches out his right hand. The trembling body seems to so fragile and broken, but he still moves his arm, hitting the air.
"Blaine," a voice jolts him out of his thoughts. "He's looking for you."
Hectically, he lets his body sink on the floor again, gripping Kurt's hand who responds to the touch with a hurtful squeeze.
"We're here. Everything's fine. We're here," Burt whispers the entire time while Blaine can't stop looking at his struggling boyfriend and the blood by turns.
Somehow, after an eternity, Kurt starts breathing normally and opens his eyes, seeing how Blaine drops his hand and jumps up.
"He spits blood, Burt he – and you knew it?! You meant he doesn't want to got to the hospital ..."
Burt wipes his tears away, feeling happy that his son seems to feel better.
"Let's go outside," he whispers and stands up.
"One minute, okay Kurt?" He strokes his sweaty hair and lets him lie there.
"What do you know?"
Burt presses his lips together. He knows that Kurt wants to hide it, but since Blaine saw this scene and the blood it got that kind of obvious, that Blaine will also find out by himself, within the next minutes.
"Listen, uhm Kurt-" Burt's voice breaks and Blaine crosses his arms. They're standing both in the hallway.
"He doesn't want you to know – uhm - but I-"
The man breaks out in tears and Blaine grips his shoulders.
"Burt! Tell me-"
"He will die."
Blaine pulls his hands away and shakes his head, hesitantly and in disbelief.
"What?" His voice is just a whisper.
"Soon," Burt continues.
"He has stomach cancer. Terminal stage."
