"Kurt, baby, it's time to go," his mother said, poking her head in his bedroom. Kurt was on his bed, engrossed in his Harry Potter book, and groaned dramatically as he realized where they were headed.

"I don't wanna go, Mommy," he moaned, trudging over to where she still stood in the doorway. "My tummy hurts."

That was a lie, of course, but his mom bent down to pick him up anyways. "Oh, does it? You get a tummyache at the same time every week. I know you think it's boring, baby, but everyone at Support Group loves you. And Mandy said another new little boy was coming today. You could play with him and help him feel welcome. I know you're good at that."

Kurt sighed, still indecisive. He hated Support Group, but didn't want to let his mom down.

Support Group was a bunch of boring moms, in Kurt's opinion, getting together once a week to eat chips and salsa and cry and talk about their Cancer Kids. It was led by a woman named Mandy, who Kurt hated most of all. And, while the moms talked, all the Cancer Kids were locked in Mandy's son's room. His name was Noah and he was ten, and treated Kurt like a baby, even though he was just three years younger. It was one of the things Kurt hated the most about being a Cancer Kid.

Technically, he wasn't even one anymore. Kurt didn't know why his mom still insisted on going to the meetings. He had been in remission for four months. (The only reason he could remember such a big word like that was because it was such a happy one.)

Kurt liked being in remission. He got to go to school again, and was even strong enough to play on the playground during recess. He didn't have to spend any more nights at the hospital.

"I still don't wanna go," Kurt grumbled as he tied his shoes in the living room. "What's the new boy's name?"

"I don't know, honey," his mom told him, helping him put his coat on. "Mandy just said he's your age and that this week would be his first time. Be nice to him, okay?"

"I will," Kurt promised. He held his mother's hand as they walked out to the car, determined not to let her down.

"Hi, Kurt!" the gang of ladies chorused as he walked inside the overly-decorated house. He offered a small wave before retreating to Noah's room, which he had appropriately nicknamed the Cancer Kid Prison. Noah was already in there, as well as Quinn, a pretty blonde fourth-grader who was nine and didn't think she was too cool for Kurt. They almost had a dysfunctional friendship, given the circumstances.

"Hi," Kurt mumbled, immediately joining her against the navy blue wall.

"Hi," Quinn sighed back. She offered Kurt a bite of her cookie (Mandy always had treats for them, even though Kurt never accepted any), which he declined.

"My mom said there's someone new coming today," Kurt informed her matter-of-factly.

"Cool," Quinn sighed again.

Kurt didn't know why Quinn didn't talk much. She had funny looking tube things in her nose, though, so maybe that was why. She let Kurt try them on one time- it tickled his nose and made it feel like he needed to sneeze.

The other Cancer Kids unfortunate enough to be dragged to Support Group slowly made their way in. There was Artie, who needed a wheelchair and so his mommy had to carry him up the stairs, Lauren who had funny looking eyes and big glasses, and then the new boy showed up last.

His mom brought him in, which no one else's parents did (except Artie's, for obvious reasons.)

"Why can't I stay with you?" he asked, trying to wrap his arms around his mom's neck.

"Downstairs is for the grown-ups," she patiently explained to him. Kurt watched as their conversation unfolded. "It's just one hour, honey. Then we'll go back home. But just try to talk to everyone, okay? I think you'll have fun."

She closed the door then, and they were all officially sealed off from the rest of the world. Kurt watched the boy, as his face fell at his mother's sudden departure. He scanned the room, first to Noah and Artie, who were looking at a motorcycle magazine, then to Lauren, who was reading a book with no letters and funny bumps on the pages instead, until he finally spotted Kurt.

Kurt smiled at him nervously, unsure what else to do. The boy had jet-black hair that was curly, but not too puffy. His eyes were a funny color, one that was hard for Kurt to describe, but he liked it.

"Hi," Kurt said. He was surprised to hear himself say that. If it had been anyone else, he would have certainly shied away, pretending to be deep in conversation with Quinn. But he promised his mommy he would be nice to the new boy.

He hesitantly approached Kurt, who couldn't help but notice how he walked funny on his right leg, almost like he was hurt.

"Can I sit by you?" the boy asked. "This is me and my mom's first week of coming here. My name's Blaine."

"Kurt," Kurt replied, patting the carpet next to him. Blaine held onto the doorknob of Dylan's closet to help himself sit down, and he exhaled deeply, almost out of relief, when it was over with.

"How come this is your first week?" Kurt asked. "You don't look like you have cancer."

Kurt knew that was the wrong thing to say, and he bit his lip immediately afterwards. What if Blaine was offended and didn't like him anymore? Did he even like him in the first place?

"Sorry," he gushed immediately after. "That sounded weird."

Blaine laughed a little. "It's okay. Cancer's the whole reason we're all here, I guess. I had it when I was five, in my leg bone. They had to antupate- no, amputate one of my legs from the knee down. Anyways, it went away after that, but my mom still wanted to come today and meet everyone. What about you?"

"I had leukemia until four months and eleven days ago. I don't know why my mom still wants to come to these things," Kurt sighed.

Blaine laughed some more, and without realizing it, they had talked for the entire hour. They talked about everything from Harry Potter to how much they both hated learning multiplication to their favorite songs from The Sound of Music. It was refreshing for Kurt to finally enjoy himself at Support Group, and for the first time, he didn't want it to end.

"Blaine, let's go, honey."

Kurt and Blaine snapped out of their own little world suddenly, just to find a herd of mothers at Noah's bedroom door ready to collect them.

"I guess I'll see you next week," Blaine promised Kurt. "Bye."

Kurt helped him up onto his feet, and Blaine darted over to his mom as quickly as he could. Kurt watched him disappear down the stairs before his own mother came for him.

"I take it you met Blaine?" she asked, handing Kurt his coat. Kurt held back a grin, and tried to seem casual about it. But he really, really liked Blaine. He didn't want to wait a whole week to see him again.

"Yeah. He's nice. I think I like Support Group now," Kurt decided.

Author's Notes:

UGH SOMEONE PROMPTED KID!KLAINE WITH CANCER AND THEN THE FAULT IN OUR STARS HAPPENED AND THEN THIS HAPPENED. If you haven't read that book by John Green then you should hop on over to a bookstore and fix that. If you have read it then you should let me know because I'm really not prepared to see the movie, you guys. Too many feels for a two hour span. Too. Many.

With that being said, I'll be out all evening for the movie premiere, and with my schedule the way it is I can't update until Wednesday, but leave me comments and TFIOS feels and prompts and I promise to return the love with new stuff next week. Okay? Okay.