A/N: Ahh that first chapter was probably more depressing than I realised... sorry guys :P

Thanks to everyone who has already read/reviewed. You guys are totally awesome XD I hope you like the next chapter :3

xxPoppy (Happy Reading)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the amazing characters

But I do own Dr Vincent :P Do you reckon RMurphy would let me trade? ;)

There's no easy way to tell you this but… you've got cancer.

The words echoed over and over in Wes's mind. It seemed like the world had stopped for a moment. When he spoke his voice sounded foreign to him:

"I've got… cancer?"

"We're so, so sorry," David said gently, pain lacing his voice. Beside him Blaine was fighting tears and had a strong arm around Kurt who had tears streaming down his cheeks.

"No…" Wes said firmly, "Impossible. I'm seventeen. I can't have cancer."

"I'm sorry," David said his face disorted in sadness as if he too, was fighting tears.

"Can I see the doctor?" Wes asked, unable to look any of his friends in the eye anymore and instead focused on the plain white sheets that he was tangled in.

"Okay," David said quietly. Three sets of quiet footsteps informed him that he was now alone.

His mind was reeling. Cancer? That was ludicrous. He had never heard of a seventeen year old with cancer before. How could this be happening to him? He was in perfect shape, he took good care of himself. Nobody in his family had history of cancer to his knowledge.

But he had been feeling rather off lately. The dizziness, the overwhelming tiredness… the headaches…

"Wesley?"

Wes looked up to see a middle aged man with slightly graying hair smiling kindly at him from the doorway, clipboard in his hand.

"I'm Doctor Vincent," the man said kindly, moving forward so he could shake his hand.

"Hi," Wes said thickly. "Why is it so hard to talk?"

Doctor Vincent smiled sadly. "It's the morphine," he explained. "It's to dull the pain."

"Is it true, what they told me?" Wes asked quietly. "Do I have cancer?"

"I'm sorry," Doctor Vincent said earnestly, "but yes."

"Am I going to die?" Wes whispered.

"I.. I can't promise you anything," Doctor Vincent said. Wes felt bad for the guy, he must have to do this everyday. "But I can say that we've been able to operate already-" Wes raised his eyebrows, "hence the morphine," Doctor Vincent said jokingly. Wes wondered how he was able to joke about something so serious, but he found to his surprise that he didn't mind. "The good news is that we found it at stage 1 which means you have the best chance of survivial, but I should say that cancer is scary and unpredictable and could come back at any time. Also, there's a chance that there could still be microscopic cancer cells still in your body that could cause the cancer to grow back even worse than before. Like I said, we don't really know."

Wes nodded, trying to take this all in. "So I might not die," Wes asked hopefully.

"I don't know," Doctor Vincent said truthfully, "but you have the best chance at survivial. And your parents have booked you into the best hospital in Ohio."

"My parents… can I see them?" Wes asked eagerly. He knew it was childish but he really felt like a hug from his mother right now…

"In just a moment," the doctor said kindly, "first I'd like to inform you about some of the precautions that we must take to ensure that your survival rate is at it's highest…"

"Dumb it down for me, doc," Wes said impatiently. The doctor chuckled lightly but sobered instantly.

"Chemotherapy," he said simply. Wes blinked rapidly attempting to process what he was hearing. Chemotherapy?

"My hair's going to fall out isn't it?" Wes said quietly. The doctor sighed.

"For some reason that's always the first thing that's asked," the doctor remarked, "yes, Wesley, I'm afraid so," the doctor said gently. "It'll make you tired and weak, and you'll have to forgo school in the periods in which you have it."

"But I can still go to school when I don't have it, right?" Wes checked frantically. He didn't know what he'd do without Dalton, his friends, soccer and the Warblers…

"Yes," Doctor Vincent assured him, "you might have to forgo soccer for a little while though."

Wes sighed, disappointed. He loved soccer – but he was willing to give it up if it meant he could get better.

"Can I see my parents now?" Wes asked. The doctor nodded.

"I'll send them in," he said.

Wes laid his head back on his pillow and closed his eyes. It was hard to believe that just yesterday, his biggest worry had been not winning Sectionals.

And now he had to worry about whether or not he was going to die.

One hour later his parents left his room. He felt drowsy and overwhelemed. His mother's hugs must have special magic healing powers or something because suddenly he felt a lot more calm than before. Even just his father's strong and reassuring presence had left him with a source of strength.

After they left Wes felt slightly empty and a little lonely.

"Hello, Wesley," Doctor Vincent was back. "Your friends were wondering if you wouldn't mind a visit?"

"They're still here?" Wes asked incredulously. The doctor smiled knowingly.

"They're very worried about you," he said.

"Send them in," Wes said. "Please," he added. The doctor winked and disappeared for a second before returning with Wes, David and Blaine.

"Hey," David grinned, looking a lot more cheery than before. "so the doc here says that you'll be out of this shit-hole-"

"No offence," Blaine said quickly, shooting a nervous glance at the doctor who merely shrugged.

"-by tomorrow." David continued, "and your 'rents say we can stay tonight-"

"If that's okay with you," Blaine the smoother-over added.

"-and we're totally going to have a Warblers sleepover y'all." Wes grinned at his friends enthusiasm.

"Sounds good to me," Wes said.

"You're alright with Kurt staying too, right?" Blaine asked lowly as David distracted Kurt by examinging the abstract painting on the wall.

"It's fine," Wes said shooting a glance at the new kid who was laughing at whatever David was saying, "he's cool."

"Thanks," Blaine grinned gratefully. "Hey, are you feeling alright?"

"Tired," Wes admitted, "a bit sore but the pain's dulled with all the morphine which is annoying because now my voice is retarded," Blaine chuckled. "And I am scared," Wes said quietly. Blaine nodded sympathetically.

"I know," he said patting his shoulder comfortingly. "We're pretty scared too…"

"I don't want this to be your problem," Wes frowned.

Blaine shook his head. "You're incorrigible Wesley. We're all in this together whether you like it or not. And we are going to make you better."

"Or in David's case," Kurt smirked. "Worse. He's planning on attempting to cook for you…"

"Kurt!" David cried in mock annoyance. "That was supposed to be a surprise!"

"You know, David, maybe you should stick to singing," Wes joked. The others laughed and David pouted.

"Last time I try and help you," he said turning his nose up.

"Whatever," Wes rolled his eyes fondly. "So what does a guy have to do to get a movie in this place?" he joked. Doctor Vincent winked.

"On it," he said, saluting him before leaving the room.

"He's more of a kid than we are," Wes raised an eyebrow.

"He's cool," David grinned.

"Yeah," Blaine agreed. "We heard him talking to your parents before. I think he used to be a performer before he retired and became a doctor."

"Really?" Wes said in surprise. "That's cool." The others nodded in agreement.

"So," the doctor said upon his return. "We have Twilight, or Harry Potter…"

"Harry Potter," Wes, David and Kurt said at the same time Blaine said, "Twilight."

"Seriously?" Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine. "Your obsession is kinda weird."

Blaine blushed. "Twilight's cool…"

"No," Wes smirked. "It really isn't."

So for the next few hours they slipped out of painful reality into the magical world of Harry Potter, and for the next few hours Wes was able to forget the pain of the day.

But this was just the beginning.

a/n: so wondering if any of you guys caught the reference to one of my other stories Define Love Diary? ;)

thanks for reading guys :D:D:D