A/N I'm sorry this update has taken a while, I was trying to do as much research as I could before I wrote it. There seems to be several different routes that Chemotherapy can take, according to several different websites, so I chose one that fit the story's intended flow. This chapter will cover just under four weeks worth of time.

In the meantime, I finished my Glee Potluck Fic Exchange story, and I am just waiting for them to post the posting schedule, which I know begins on April first, but I'm not sure when my story will be posted. I'll keep you informed! I am still also working on my Glee Potluck Big Bang story, which just keeps getting bigger and bigger, even after I gutted several scenes, and combined two chapters. I'm already almost 35k words in, and there is no end in sight just yet! Thankfully I still have a few months to work on it before posting begins. I just hope you all love both of those stories! I had so much fun (if you can call yanking my hair out in frustration on occasion fun!) writing them!

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It's Okay To Cry

Kurt had to fly back to DC very early Monday morning, and he stopped in Bee's room to place a kiss on the sleeping boy's forehead and whisper to him to stay strong. He kissed Lizzie and the babies as well before having to rush off to catch his flight.

The next two days seemed to crawl by. The vote on the EPA guidelines went as expected, passing with only a few negative votes. It was as discussion began for the music and arts in education bill that things got heated. Several of the older republicans still insisted that arts weren't needed in schools, and that money would be better spent on science and math. The debate went on well into the evening, and started right back up the next morning. The vote was supposed to take place after lunch, but got pushed back as debate continued.

Kurt had hoped to get out early so he could catch a flight home that night, but as dinner time came and went without a vote, Kurt felt his chances of getting home before Bee's appointment slipping away. It was ten o'clock by the time they finally took the vote, and nearly eleven before he could excuse himself from the chamber. The earliest flight he could get was at six AM, and was supposed to get him to Columbus by eight thirty, which was fine, since Bee's appointment was at Columbus Childrens' Hospital at nine.

Unfortunately, Kurt's flight was diverted to Canton due to bad weather in Columbus. They landed shortly after eight, and Kurt scrambled to rent a car, praying to whatever might be in charge of the universe that there wouldn't be too much traffic at this time of morning, and that the snow plows were doing their job of keeping the roads clear. Snow was falling harder the closer he got to Columbus.

He knew he was going too fast for the weather conditions, but he just wanted to get there and see his son. He swore when he hit the patch of black ice, and tried to control the spinout.

Blaine kept glancing at his phone. Kurt had called once he'd landed, and had said he'd be here as soon as he could. They'd taken Bee to get his vitals and to draw a blood sample, to check and make sure his red cell count was high enough for the treatment, and now he was curled up beside Blaine, sleeping. They'd been told that it would be an hour before they started the procedure, if the labs came back okay.

Dr. Andrews had told them that this first round would take about four hours, not counting the time it took for the lab work. After this, each session would be about an hour. Bee would have three rounds over three weeks, and then he'd get a two week respite, before another three rounds over three weeks. After that, they'd test for cancer cells again, and if all was clear, they'd do the transplant. If not, there would be another three rounds of chemo.

The good news was, because Phin had been delivered by c section, they'd saved a length of his umbilical cord, which was rich in stem cells, and they wouldn't need to take the bone marrow from the young boy. This news had made Bee feel a lot better. He'd been dreading the fact that his little brother might experience more pain because of him.

Blaine glanced at his phone again. It was almost ten. Kurt should have been here by now.

"Hummel Anderson?" A nurse called out, just as Kurt rushed into the waiting room, clutching his left arm, and breathing heavily, as if he'd been running.

Blaine breathed a sigh of relief, until he noticed the cut on Kurt's forehead, and the way he winced in pain each time he moved his left arm. "Kurt! What happened?"

"I'm fine, I slipped on the ice in the parking lot. I'm lucky I made it here in one piece! I hit a patch of black ice and spun out. Fortunately the road was clear, and I managed to get it under control before I wound up overturned in a ditch or something."

Blaine wasn't buying it, but the nurse was indicating for them to follow her into the treatment room. He picked Bee up and followed behind her and Kurt. As he set the boy down on the bed, he saw Kurt wincing as he tried to take his jacket off.

"You're not fine, Kurt. You need to have your arm looked at. I can see from here that your wrist is swelling. At the very least you've sprained it."

Kurt frowned stubbornly. "I'll have it checked after Bee's treatment is over."

Blaine groaned in frustration, and turned to the nurse. "Would you explain to my husband why waiting four hours to get that checked could be a bad idea?"

The nurse smiled at both men. "He's right. You really should at least get an xray to make sure there's no fracture or broken bones. I can call one of the ER doctors up here to take a look at it if you like. You're in luck, it's been a pretty slow day here so far. They could probably get you in and out of xray in less than an hour."

Kurt begrudgingly agreed to let the doctor look at it, but refused to leave Bee's side until he absolutely had to. The doctor came in and checked him out, ordering the xray and instructing the nurse to clean and bandage the head wound. Another nurse took him down to xray and brought him straight back. It turned out he did have a hairline fracture in the wrist. They put a brace on ir for the moment, and set him up with an appointment later that afternoon at the orthopedic clinic across the street to get a cast put on.

Meanwhile, Bee was doing well with the treatment so far. Dr. Andrews had ordered a slow administration for the first round to let Bee's body adjust to it, to try and minimize the side effects. He told them Bee might still experience nausea later, and to stick with bland foods for the first forty eight hours. They'd brought him a lunch tray about an hour into the treatment, with a turkey sandwich, carrot sticks, apple slices, a banana, and some orange sorbet. He'd eaten most of the sandwich, half the carrots and apples, and all the banana and sorbet.

He'd been nearly finished with the treatment when he began vomiting. The nurse quickly gave him some medicine to help with the stomach upset, but by the time they'd finally removed the IV line and got him ready to leave, he was looking kind of miserable, and fell asleep while daddy was getting his cast put on. He slept all the way back home, and didn't wake up when they carried him inside.

Kurt didn't have to leave for DC until Sunday afternoon, keeping up with things with long phone calls with his assistant, Angela, and watching cspan as he watched over Bee, who didn't have much of an appetite, and spent a lot of time sleeping.

It was harder saying goodbye this time, but he knew he'd be back in a few days. Fortunately things went a lot smoother this time, and he was able to catch a flight home Tuesday night, and was able to be there through Bee's appointment, start to finish.

Unfortunately he had to fly back that night so he could be on the floor Thursday morning for a discussion about campaign finances, and for a debate on whether to vote on a bill to bail out another failing bank on Friday. Fortunately, there was nothing big on the agenda for the next week, so Kurt flew home Friday night, and stayed through the following weekend.

Bee's third treatment went well, although he still vomited later that night. Kurt helped him with his bath because he was so weak, and tried to hide his tears as he combed the boy's hair and found that several large patches had fallen out.

"It's okay to cry, Daddy," Bee said, wiping away one of Kurt's tears. "Dad said that crying doesn't mean you're weak, it just means you care."

Kurt let out a little sobbing laugh, and hugged the boy tight.