Blaine took a deep breath, pulling out the desk chair and taking a seat. The computer lit up as soon as he hit the power button, going through the short loading process to bring him to the homepage. Looking around the library, he made sure no one was near him as he opened an internet window.

He didn't know what had compelled him to do this. It was a stupid idea, and it was only going to upset him in public, but when Sebastian's doctors had come to take him for some tests, Blaine just couldn't help himself. He had grabbed his things and headed for the library down the street. It would have taken too long to get home and back before Sebastian was done, and he didn't want to be gone when they got him back to his room.

The Google window popped up and he quickly typed in two simple words;

Lung Cancer

85,000,000 results

He nearly choked as he tried to catch his breath, holding back the tears that threatened to burst forward. He found the first link, clicking it, and looked around as he waited for it to load.

The first sentence that caught his eye made his heart drop into his stomach.

Lung cancer is the deadliest type of cancer for both men and women. Each year, more people die of lung cancer than of breast, colon, and prostate cancers combined.

He forced himself to scroll down, reading through the symptoms and wishing he had noticed. There was an entire page of things that could have clued them in earlier. Any number of these things had happened to Sebastian and they simply ignored them or didn't notice.

He continued scrolling, finding a list of things that hadn't happened yet, but apparently would.

Bone pain or tenderness

Eyelid drooping

Facial paralysis

Hoarseness or changing voice

Joint pain

Nail problems

Shoulder pain

Swallowing difficulty

Swelling of the face or arms

Weakness

He closed the window, not even bothering to clear the browser history as he jumped up from the desk and ran out of the library. He didn't care who saw him anymore as the tears ran down his face. He made it outside, the cold November wind slamming into him and causing him to lose his breathe. Leaning back against the wall, he buried his face in his hands as he sobbed.

His mind flashed back to a year ago, when everything had fallen apart for the first time. It seemed so silly now, no matter how real and upsetting it had been then. They had wasted so much time fighting, spent so many nights apart. Had Blaine known this day would come, he never would have been angry. He would have forgiven Sebastian sooner, maybe the same day, because he wanted that time back. He wanted it so desperate that it was a physical aching in his chest that was swallowing him whole.

Because really, how was one drunken night of cheating, that tore Sebastian apart later, going to compare to losing him forever? How could Blaine care about a mistake that was so deeply regretted and so intensely made up for, when he only had weeks left?

He forced the thoughts from his mind, knowing he had to calm down and get back to the hospital. If Sebastian knew he had left, he'd worry, and that was the last thing he needed.

He arrived at the hospital, getting back to Sebastian's room, with just minutes to spare. He had barely sat down, pulling out a book to pretend he had been there the whole time, when the door opened. Looking up, he was appalled at the sight before him.

Sebastian had his arm around a nurse, face pale and eyes drooping. His mouth was twisted into an ugly grimace and Blaine could tell he was angry. He definitely hadn't looked this sick when they had taken him back, Blaine was sure of it.

"What happened?" Blaine asked as he jumped up, setting the book in his vacated seat. They ignored him until she tucked Sebastian back under the covers.

"He didn't take well to the dye they injected before his x-ray." she told him, her face giving way to how bad it had already been.

Blaine immediately went to his side, taking his hand. "Are you alright?" he asked him, brushing the hair away from his forehead. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and he looked like he was going to be sick at any moment.

"Yeah. That damn thing they put in my IV… It was fucking horrible." he mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Blaine smiled slightly. "At least it wasn't so bad that it took away your terrible language." he commented, provoking a smile from Sebastian and the nurse both.

"The doctor will be here to check on him soon and explain some things." she told Blaine, smiling gently. She left them without another word and Blaine looked at Sebastian seriously.

"How bad was it?" he asked softly, almost afraid of the answer.

Sebastian looked down at the sheets and Blaine noticed the tightness in his jaw; he was stressed. It was always a sure sign.

"Blaine…" he started quietly, looking up at him at last. The tears in his eyes were enough warning for Blaine; this wasn't good news. "It's spreading. They say it's going to just take over, and it's too far along for them to stop." he whispered, crying now.

Blaine closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to control himself. Nodding slowly, he looked back at him. "How much time?" he asked, his voice cracking against his will.

"Two weeks? Maybe?"

It was like the entire world had fallen onto Blaine's shoulders. He had to force himself not to fall to his knees, burying his face in his hands and weeping. He held onto Sebastian's hand, reminding himself to be strong.

Sebastian; his love and his life. His stronghold. The rock on which he had based his entire existence for the last three years. The person he was so dependent on, and needed so desperately.

And in two weeks, he'd be gone.

"Blaine," Sebastian started, drawing Blaine's attention from his dark thoughts. "Listen to me," he whispered, pulling him to sit on the bed. Blaine followed without thought, feeling numb and cold all at once. Sebastian's hands framed his face and their foreheads rested against each other, eyes locked.

"Don't give up when I'm gone." Sebastian pleaded. "You have too much to do, too much to see and accomplish." he continued, crying now. "I can't leave this world without knowing you'll keep living."

Blaine was sobbing silently, his hands covering Sebastian's in an effort to hold him there, as if that would change their situation. "I don't know how…" he whispered.

Sebastian shook his head, pulling him back but not moving his hands. "You go home. You pack up my things and you give them away. You move. You focus on work. You live." he instructed seriously. "I need you to live for me, okay?" he pleaded.

Blaine looked at him for a long time before nodded.

Pulling him closer again, Sebastian kissed him. It wasn't desperate or crazed; it was soft, gentle, and comforting. It was what Blaine needed and Sebastian knew it was all he could give now.

But it wasn't enough.