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Blaine sat on the couch in their apartment, watching snow fall silently outside. It was his third night alone since Kurt had started chemo in the hospital. Blaine glanced down at his hands and noticed his fingernails; once well kept, they had been chewed beyond recognition. He was supposed to call Burt. He was supposed to call Finn. He was supposed to call Rachel and Mercedes and Carol and everyone Kurt loved and tell them what was going on.
He was supposed to have called three days ago. He couldn't bring himself to do it, to say the words: "Kurt has cancer." He had picked up the phone and listened to the dial tone sporadically, but he could not bring himself to punch the keys, one by one.
Blaine missed Kurt. Their futon was cold and empty without him. He could not sleep without listening to the sound of Kurt's breathing. He had slept with the sound for so many years he was not sure how to adjust without it now. He would lie awake, staring at the ceiling reaching over for Kurt's body and finding nothing.
He knew that Kurt was the one who was really in pain; Kurt was the one whose life had suddenly become a tragedy. But Blaine couldn't push his feelings away. He felt like the one thing he had done right, the one person he had truly and unselfishly loved was being taken from him.
For what must have been the tenth time that day, he picked up his phone. He slowly dialed Burt's number, his fingers trembling. The phone rang and Blaine started to cry. How could he tell Burt that his son was sick?
"Hello?"
Blaine choked out a sob.
"Blaine? Is that you?" Burt's voice was sharp with concern.
Blaine cried harder.
"Is Kurt alright? Are you all right? Blaine you need to tell me what's going on," Burt was bordering on hysteria.
Blaine took a deep breath. "Kurt is sick."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean sick," Blaine said, his voice thick, "He has leukemia."
Burt's end was silent.
"I'm so sorry, Burt, I don't know what to do. We found out a few days ago and I haven't been able to bring myself to tell you. To tell anyone."
"I'm glad you told me," Burt said calmly. "We're coming down as soon as we can."
"No, no," Blaine said, "Kurt doesn't want that. He told me to tell you to stay put."
"Blaine," Burt said softly, "If you expect me to sit here and wait for Kurt to get well, you're wrong. And to be honest, you shouldn't be alone right now."
They hung up and Blaine's heart felt like concrete.
When Rachel Berry, Broadway star came to visit Kurt in the hospital she wasn't surprised to see Blaine there. Kurt was sleeping softly, his fingers curled around Blaine's. Blaine was asleep as well, leaning on the bed with both his hands clasped around Kurt's. Rachel tried to be quiet as she puttered around cleaning up Blaine's mess. There was an open magazine that had slipped off his lap onto the floor. Rachel smiled. Blaine must have been reading the latest Vogue articles aloud to Kurt. She crinkled up Blaine's food wrappers, organized his books and put her flowers for Kurt in a vase. She even pasted a photo of Patti LuPone on the wall, knowing her and Kurt's mutual love for the Broadway legend.
As quiet as she was, Blaine stirred awake. He blinked and gave Rachel a puzzled look.
"Rachel?" Blaine asked.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," she smiled softly.
"What are you doing here? I didn't call you."
"Mr. Hummel called me," she explained, perching lightly on the end of the bed and looking at Kurt. "He figured you just didn't need to have that responsibility."
Blaine was silent. He stared at Kurt's fingers, pale and slender.
"How is he?" Rachel asked kindly.
"I don't know," Blaine said. "The doctors tell me and I forget. I don't want to hear them."
"Is he responding well to treatment?"
"That's one thing I can remember. But this kind of thing takes awhile and they want to keep him here since he's having trouble eating." Blaine's eyes were glassy with tears.
"Blaine," Rachel whispered, and moved over to him. She knelt down, resting her hand on his shoulder. "You're doing an amazing job."
"I wish it was me." Blaine tried to stop the tears but he couldn't.
"No you don't," Rachel said sternly. "Fate will work this out Blaine you have to hang in there. Look at me!"
Blaine's gaze moved towards Rachel. He locked onto her deep, determined brown eyes.
"This might be the worst thing that's ever happened to you, and you know what? You can't stop it from happening. It's happening, Blaine. Instead of walking around like a zombie you have to dust yourself off and be strong for Kurt. For yourself. You need to wake up. You're all he's got, Blaine. You're his whole world. You need to keep him strong."
"Who's going to keep me strong, Rachel? This is the love of my life we're talking about!" They were standing now, whispering fiercely to each other; staring one another down.
"Blaine, I adore you and Kurt, but this isn't about you. This is about Kurt."
He sighed. "I know that, Rachel. It's just for so long the only person I've had is Kurt. I'm terrified."
Rachel took his hand. "We're all terrified. Kurt is the light of everyone's life." Her voice cracked and she started to cry.
They wrapped their arms around each other and embraced for a while. Her breathing was uneven and sporadic as she sobbed. Blaine breathed in her sweet, earthy scent as he left tears on her sweater. Rachel Berry had been there for him when he'd fought with Kurt, when he couldn't talk to anyone else. Rachel Berry was one of the few people in the world who understood how driven Kurt was, something Blaine often felt he'd failed at. Every time Blaine performed at an amusement park, Rachel Berry was there cheering him on. She deserved every gold star she gave herself.
They pulled apart and he reached over to wipe her tears. "I love you," she told him.
"I love you too, Rachel." He smiled. "We'll be OK."
She rolled her eyes and exhaled. "I sure hope so." She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "I should get going, my call time's in an hour."
She hugged him again, and he gently kissed her forehead. She gave his hand a squeeze and was gone.
"I always knew you had a thing for her," said a voice from the bed.
Blaine whipped around. "You're awake," he smiled.
"I have been since Rachel came in," Kurt said coyly. "I heard everything. Come here."
Blaine sat down next to the bed. "No," Kurt murmured. "Come hold me."
Blaine's heart felt like it was going to explode. He crawled onto the hospital bed next to Kurt, and wrapped his arms around Kurt's frail frame. Kurt turned to look Blaine in the eye.
"If you think I'm not going to get through this, you're an idiot." Kurt's hair was thinning on top of his head, his cheekbones looked hollow, but Blaine still thought he looked beautiful. Blaine looked into Kurt's blue eyes and felt home. He never wanted to leave this room.
"If you think for a second…" Kurt was crying now; they both were, wiping at each other's tears as best they could. "If you think for a second that I would be so stupid as to die and lose you…then you're not as smart as I thought you were."
Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's. They kissed earnestly, desperately. They didn't need to talk anymore, every word and thought they had about each other was embodied in their kisses. It was a chaste kind of kissing, but they found each other through it. They broke apart and Blaine kissed Kurt on the tip of the nose.
"I love you with my whole heart Kurt Hummel," he whispered.
"I don't think my heart's big enough for how much I love you, Blaine Warbler."
They lay with their arms around each other until the nurse came in and told Blaine visiting hours were over.
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