A/N: I have a rough outline for a good portion of this fic, and I have the first few chapters written, but I'm not completely sure where it will end up. This will be both Klaine and Kurtbastian, and I haven't decided what the endgame ship will be - I may end up writing alternate endings, who knows. We'll see where my writing takes me.
Chapters are going to be mostly very short - like this one. There may be longer ones at times, I'm not sure, usually my chapters are longer but I want to try this style out. I started writing this while I was still posting IWOAK, so I couldn't focus on it, but now that I've finished that fic I want to make this one a priority. I'm hoping posting as I write will motivate me to write, but I can't promise consistent updates simply for the sake of my own mental health and stress levels. Please be patient with me. :)
I hope you enjoy coming on this journey with me, wherever it leads.
And with that, here is the prologue.
"There must be something else we can try. There's no way we've tried everything."
"Kurt, I'm sorry. It's progressed too much."
"No," Kurt says firmly. "No, there must be something we missed."
"Honey," Blaine says softly, reaching a hand over to give Kurt's leg a small squeeze.
Kurt turns to look at Blaine. Blaine, his husband. Blaine, the father of their child.
Blaine, who has tears in his eyes, but isn't fighting this.
"No," he says, even more fiercely. "We'll find something else to try."
"Kurt," Ryan says, sympathetic in a careful and practiced way, and it's not fooling Kurt because he knows this routine, "there's nothing else. Anything else we could try would be worse than the cancer."
"But if it will fix it then that's worth it," Kurt argues, ignoring the tears building in his own eyes.
"It won't," the man sitting across the desk replies softly. "You know it won't."
"Kurt, please," Blaine says, rubbing a hand along Kurt's thigh.
"Please what?" Kurt snaps. "You want me to just give up on her? She's our daughter, Blaine."
"This isn't giving up," Blaine says, soft but a little defensive, caught off guard by Kurt's reaction.
"Then what is it?" Kurt asks flatly, staring back at his husband.
Blaine presses his lips together, but he doesn't respond.
"Maybe I should give you two a few minutes," Ryan says, pushing his chair back and standing up. "And, Kurt? I really am sorry."