A/N I think I had a mini burn out on writing this past week. I tried to take on too much with the writing challenges. The good news is, The Valentine's challenge is over (I'll post the final chapter of that this weekend,) I've nearly completed my story for the Fic exchange (just another couple hundred words, and someone to Beta it.) I probably won't have The Seduction and Corrupting of Kurt Hummel finished this month, after all, but I hope to have at least one more chapter of The Haunting of Kurt Hummel up by next week. As for my GPBB story, well, that is turning out to be MUCH bigger than I anticipated, and while I've already far surpassed the minimum word count, I'm nowhere close to being finished. It's a good thing it's not due for almost five months. And of course I'll still be updating this story as often as I can.

Short chapter, just a filler, really.

Reviews always welcome.

Matches

Bee hugged Phin a little tighter as the nurse drew the samples. The younger boy had whimpered a little when the needle had been inserted, but hadn't cried like Kathy and Audy. Mattie had cried a little bit, but had stopped when the needle was removed. Bee didn't like when his little brothers and sisters were crying, especially right now, because he knew they were crying because of him.

Dad and Daddy had explained that he was very sick, and the only way to get better was to get even sicker, and to have a transplant. But they needed to find a donor who matched his blood, so they were testing the babies to see if they were a match. Dad and Daddy, and Lizzie, and Grandma Carole all got tested too. Even Uncle Cooper and his cousin, Katie, had gotten tested. They said it would take a week to find out if any of them were a good match.

"It doesn't have to be a perfect match," Dr. Andrews had told them. "But the closer the match, the better. I want to start treatment as soon as possible."

The week following those first appointments was rough on everyone, and Bee hated knowing he was the one causing so much stress. Dad kept forgetting to take his diabetes medicine. Daddy was on the phone constantly with his assistant in Washington. Lizzie started spending a lot of time in her room, only coming out for dinner and school. Everyone stopped talking when Bee entered a room.

The only one who seemed not to be acting differently now was Phin, who always came and sat beside Bee when he played the piano. Phin loved listening to Bee play, and the older boy would play song after song.

On Friday afternoon, Daddy came and sat down beside him at the piano. He didn't speak, didn't interrupt the boy as he played, just sat there, listening. And then Dad joined them, and Lizzie came out of her room. Bee hadn't realized he'd been crying the entire time, until the song was over, and he just stopped, and started crying on Daddy's arm.

"I'm sorry!" He sobbed. "I ruined everything!"

"Oh, Baby! No!" Blaine said, leaning down and kissing him on top of the head. "You haven't ruined anything! It's not your fault!"

Kurt was crying too. "Baby, you could never ruin anything! You're perfect just the way you are! I'm sorry we've all been kind of off this week. We've all just been trying to come to terms with what is happening."

Lizzie slipped down on the bench beside him. "I just didn't want you to see me cry. I feel like I failed you, failed to protect you!"

They hugged each other. "It's not your fault, Bee," Kurt said. "It's the stupid disease. You didn't choose for this to happen. Sometimes bad things just happen for no reason."

Bee clung to him. "Am I going to die?"

"No! No, baby! We are going to fight this disease, all of us, together, and you are going to kick its butt!" Blaine said, and they all giggled. It was at that point that Kurt's phone rang.

"It's Dr. Andrews' office," he said, checking the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Hummel? This is Dr. Andrews. I have some good news for you. We have three potential donors among your family members we tested. You yourself are a ninety percent match, which is the minimum requirement, but there were two others that are even better matches. Matthew is a ninety five percent match, and Phineas is a ninety seven percent match."

"What does this mean?" Kurt asked, hugging Bee and Phin tightly.

"It means we can start the treatment next week. The faster we begin, the better the chances of full remission. We got lucky. We caught it just as it was entering the second stage. Barring any complications, I believe he has a good chance of living a long, healthy life."

"Thank you, Dr. Andrews. That is great news!" He made the appointment for the following week before hanging up.

"I have to be in Washington by Monday at noon, for the EPA vote, and Tuesday for the music and arts education grant vote, but I will try my best to be back for the appointment next Wednesday."

"I'll make arrangements for a substitute for that day, and a couple days after. I've been reading up on the treatments, and it sounds like it may be kind of rough immediately after."

"I can get Bee's school work for him, and help him with it, so he doesn't fall behind," Lizzie offered.

Bee was still crying a little. He was scared, but that was nothing new for him. But he knew his family loved him. He just wished they didn't have to go through all of this because of him.

He hugged Phin even tighter.