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"A what?" Blaine, Wes and David said at the same time.

"A bucket list," Kurt repeated, looking rather satisfied with himself. "A list of things that you want to do before you die. If you can complete them all, then you can really live with no regrets… I mean, the chance of you dying is minimal," Wes winced at the casualty in his tone, "but this way you can be on the safe side."

"That's a good idea, actually," David voiced, after a minute of silence.

"It is," Blaine agreed. Wes fought off the urge to roll his eyes. Blaine would agree with whatever Kurt said.

Except this time, so did Wes.

"That really is a good idea…" he said, rolling his desk chair over to his computer and loading a Google page. Blaine, David and Kurt all drew up chairs.

Wes typed into the search bar with fast pacing fingers:

50 things to do before you die

Thousands of results came up and Wes scrolled down the list looking for a suitable one.

"This one looks good," Blaine commented, pointing to the fifth option. Wes nodded and clicked in.

The page loaded quickly and Blaine, Wes, Blaine and Kurt all moved to get a closer look.

"David, write the ones that we think are actually good down," Kurt instructed. David nodded and fished a book and pen out of his bag.

"Number one," Wes read aloud. "Write your life story…"

"You should so do that," David grinned, jotting it down in his binded notebook.

"No I shouldn't," Wes cried, "I suck at English."

"Plesae," Blaine snorted, "you ace every test…"

"Besides," Kurt said softly, "think how valuable it'll be to others going through the same thing…"

The room was quiet for a minute, before Wes broke the tention.

"Number two..." Wes continued. "Watch every James Bond movie."

"You've already done that, though," Kurt said. Wes shifted uncomfortably as Blaien and David snorted. "Oh my god… please tell me you have."

"I'm not big on action films…" Wes protested as Blaine and David laughed.

"He hasn't even seen one!" David cackled. Kurt shook his head incredulously.

"Well, I have them all," Kurt said. "We can have a movie marathon this weekend. It's going on the list." Still chuckling, David jotted it down.

"Number three," Wes continued, glaring at David and Blaine, "sing along in a music store."

"Oh, please tell me you've done that," Blaine scoffed. Wes avoided his eyes as David burst into laughter again.

"Just write them all down," Kurt rolled his eyes, "Wes has had about as much real-life experience as Rachel Berry. Hell, even she's sung along in a music store…"

"Who's Rachel Berry?" Wes asked.

"Lead singer of New Directions," Kurt replied.

"The Latina…?" Wes thought back to Sectionals and recalled their competition.

"No, she didn't sing lead at Sectionals," Kurt explained. "Mr. Schuester thought he'd give others a chance to sing. Generally, Rachel doesn't ever let any body have a solo…"

"Not that you're bitter or anything," David teased. Kurt grimaced.

"Number four," Wes read, "build a snow cave…"

"We can do that," Blaine said excitedly. "We can have a whole snow day!" Kurt rolled his eyes fondly at Blaine's enthusiasm which he found secretly endearing…

"Number five," Blaine read over Wes' shoulder. He chuckled as he saw what it was. "Turn your phone off for a whole week… nah man, you couldn't do that."

"My blackberry is my life," Wes said seriously, clinging onto the small piece of machinery as if it was a life preserver. "I have my whole schedule on here…"

Kurt shook his head bemused. "Number six," he read, "blow one months worth of wages on shoes… oh I've totally done that."

"Number seven," Wes read, "paint a self portrait…"

Blaine snorted. "You've never really been one for art, Wesley." Wes shrugged.

"Number eight – bury a time capsule," David read. "Hey! That would be fun!"

"Number nine," Blaine read, "learn to play at least one song. That'll be easy. I can teach you."

"Number ten; go on holiday with no luggage," Kurt read, grinning. "These sound fun, actually."

"Number eleven," Wes continued, "have a night at the opera…" Wes grimaced.

"Don't diss it, till you've tried it," Kurt said in a sing song voice.

"You getting all these, David?" Blaine asked as David scribbled down frantically.

"Yep," David said, finishing the to do with a flourish.

"Number twelve," Blaine read, "play an elaborate practical joke."

"Oh, I'm down for that," Wes smirked, thinking about all the jokes Blaine and David had played on him. "Hummel, I think I might enlist you to help me get a little payback on these two…"

"It was one time!" Blaine protested.

"One sprained ankle and he thinks we're serial practical jokers," David rolled his eyes. Kurt shook his head in disbelief.

"Number thirteen," Wes continued, "have a cocktail party."

"Sounds pretty good to me," David grinned.

"Everything sounds good to you when there's alcohol involved," Wes muttered dryly.

"Number fourteen," Kurt read, "meditate for three hours in one sitting…"

"Mind if I don't tag along for that one, Wesley," Blaine laughed.

"Don't worry," Kurt smiled, "we all know you can't sit still for more than three seconds…"

"Number fifteen," David read, "spend a week at the sea."

"Lame," Wes snorted. "But manageable."

"Oooh," Kurt commented, reading ahead. "These are starting to get good… number sixteen; get remarried in Vegas."

"Oh god," Wes moaned as Blaine and David cackled. "Does this mean I have to get married in the first place?"

Kurt shrugged, a smile on his face as he continued to read. "Number seventeen; skinny dip at midnight."

"Manageable," David nodded.

"Number eighteen," Blaine read, "have a suit handmade… ooh I love handmade suits... they just fit perfectly and-"

"Blaine, honey," Kurt smirked, "your gay is showing." Wes and David both laughed as Blaine blushed.

"Number nineteen," David read, "spend the night in a haunted house…"

Kurt shuddered. "Don't mind if I sit that one out…"

"Number twenty," Blaine read, "make fire the old fashioned way."

"Boring!" David booed. "Number twenty one; horse ride through the surf… what the hell, is that even legal?"

Wes shrugged. "Number twenty two – make your own pasta."

"Oh I've totally done that," Kurt said cheerily. "I'll help."

"Good thing, too," David smirked. "Wes can't even cook cereal without burning it…"

"Don't ask," Blaine muttered in response to Kurt's curious glance.

"I thought we'd never speak of that again," Wes glared.

"Number twenty three," Kurt read, "buy the whole bar a drink."

"Number twenty four," Blaine continued, "sleep outdoors watching the stars… aww…"

"Cute," Kurt smirked.

"Number twenty five," David read, "catch a fish and eat it that day…"

"I don't even like seafood," Wes protested.

"Too bad, Wessy boy," David grinned.

"Number twenty six," Kurt read, "ride a giant rollercoaster."

"Number twenty seven; build a treehouse."

"Number twenty eight… get poledancing lessons," Blaine finished in the midst of laughter. "Oh god, that should be interesting…"

"Number twenty nine," Kurt continued after they all got over number twenty eight, "give a homeless man your lunch."

"Number thirty," Blaine read, "go to a bed store in your PJ's."

"Oh, I've done that too," Kurt recalled. "Matress commercial," he explained to the other's curious looks. They all looked even more confused. "Long story," Kurt muttered.

"Number thirty one," David continued, "oh this one is lame, and I seriously hope you've at least done it once before… build a sandcastle."

"Not to memory," Wes blushed. David, Blaine and Kurt all groaned.

"We better do it again, just to be safe," Kurt suggested.

"Seriously, though," David shook his head in amusement, "how could you not."

"I don't like the beach much," Wes shrugged.

"Number thirty two," Kurt continued, sparing Wes any further embarrassment, "cut your own hair."

"Lame," David dismissed, "number thirty three; get involved in a protest rally."

"That sounds fun," Blaine grinned. "Gay pride," he patted his chest in mock pride.

"June isn't for six months," David reminded him. All traces of humour vanished from the room as they realized that Wes might not even be there in time for June…

"Number thirty four," Kurt said finally, breaking the tension, "make a crowd sign for the cricket. Ew…"

"You don't like cricket?" Wes asked.

"I don't really like sports, period," Kurt said decidedly.

"Number thirty five," Blaine read, "blow a kiss to a bikie," he raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh that'll be good…"

"Number thirty six," David read, "wear fancy dress for a whole day. Oh Wesley, you already do that every day, don't you."

"Hey, don't mock the wardrobe," Wes said defensively. "You guys just don't appreciate the art of sweater vests…"

"You and Mr. Schuester would get on very well…" Kurt muttered under his breath.

"Number thirty seven," Blaine read, "spend an hour in an elevator. Oh, and as a side note is says to smile and say "good day" to everyone who pasts."

"But you do that too, don't you Wes," David smirked.

"You dapper gentleman, you," Kurt said teasingly.

"Number thirty eight," David read, "leave a lovenote on a car windscreen…"

"Number thirty nine," Kurt continued, "have a fashionista compliment you on your outfit…"

All of the boys exchanged meaningful glances.

"Oh god," Wes groaned. "This means I need to get Kurt approval on an outfit, doesn't it?"

"Pretty much," Kurt smirked. "Unless you know any other fashionista's…"

"Number forty – only ten left," Blaine continued, "get your fortune told."

"Typical," Wes grimaced.

"Number forty one," Kurt read, "send flowers for no reason at all… adorable."

"You like flowers?" Wes asked, shooting Blaine a significant glance. Blaine blushed as he figured that Wes had been implying for him to take note.

"I do," Kurt gushed. "I love them. The really rare ones especially… I mean roses are nice, but they're so overused and not creative at all…"

Blaine cleared his throat, "Number forty two," he read, "Have a night at the ballet."

"Lame," David announced.

"Ballet isn't lame," Kurt scowled. David raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't know you danced, Kurt," David said, light amusement tracing his voice as he noticed Blaine practically hyperventilating, obviously distracted by the thought of Kurt in a leotard.

"Rachel got me into it…" Kurt said quietly, blushing a little bit.

"Do you guys have concerts?" Wes asked.

"Yup," Kurt answered, still blushing, "we have one in a few weeks actually…"

"Get us tickets then," Wes grinned, casting a look at Blaine who's eyes widened dramatically at the thought of actually being able to watch Kurt onstage… in a leotard probably…

"Okay," Kurt said shyly.

"Number forty three," Blaine read, his voice choking a little, "take tap dancing lessons."

"That I would pay to see," Kurt smirked.

"Number forty four," Wes read over the sound of David's laughs, "visit your parents in a limousine… oh god…" he imagined his parent's reaction. His parents were somewhat conservative people… they would be rather outraged about half the things on this list actually…

"Number forty four," Kurt read, "send a message in a bottle."

"Number forty five," Blaine continued, "run a marathon… god these are typical," he snorted.

"Oh man," Wes groaned. "I can't run a freaking marathon…"

"Number forty six," Kurt continued, "fast for forty eight hours… Wes… I don't know if you can do that…" Blaine and David laughed.

"I can, too!" Wes pouted.

"Sure you can, sweetheart," Kurt said condescendingly.

"Number forty seven," David read, "get a tattoo…"

"Oh god, mom'll kill me," Wes moaned. Blaine clapped him on the back in sympathy.

"Number forty eight," Kurt continued, "see the sun rise…"

"Aww…" Blaine and David said together.

"Number forty nine," Wes read, "buy flowers for your mom and tell her you love her…"

"Double aww!" David and Blaine said together in the same sing song voice.

"You guys are such dorks," Kurt chuckled.

"Are you ready for number fifty, Wes?" David asked, suddenly serious.

"Actually, no," Wes said, closing the laptop to the other's surprise. "I don't want to know what it is… I want to make one up myself."

The others nodded in understanding. Underneath all the fun and teasing they knew that this was a big deal for anybody to go thorugh, even if the chance of death was small, it was still there.

"Okay," David said quietly, "let us know, 'kay."

Wes nodded. "Thanks for doing this with me guys."

"Hey," Blaine said softly, slinging an arm around Wes' shoulders, "we'll always be here for you, no matter what."

"Thanks," Wes repeated, hoping they knew just how much this meant to him.

"So," Kurt said," where do we start?"

"I say," David said, scanning the list, "we start at number thirteen: cocktail party."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "You just want to get drunk."

"Actually," David said, "I was thinking we should have some sort of celebration for heading onto Regionals. Perfect opportunity."

Wes nodded, impressed. "Not bad, my friend."

"Actually, that is a good idea," Kurt admitted. "When should we have it?"

"We should have it Saturday night, at my house," David volunteered. "My parents are out of town and my little sister is staying at her friends place."

"Good idea," Blaine said. "And after, we should stay over and do some of those other things on the list…"

"Ooh!" Kurt cried suddenly, clasping his hands together excitedly. "Can I plan?"

"Sure," Wes grinned, having heard from Blaine how Kurt liked planning things nad had even planned his father's whole wedding. "Sounds good."

They spent the rest of the afternoon together, running over people to invite to the party and what supplies they'd need. Once again, Wes found himself grateful for his amazing friends na dhe couldn't help but feel that despite being cancer stricken, he really was a lucky guy.