Each day passed slowly for Blaine, and he was grateful for that. He very rarely left the hospital, showering in Sebastian's private restroom and only running home to grab clothes when Sebastian was asleep. He spent all of his time beside the bed, talking, reading, and trying his hardest to seem positive.
It was hard. It was probably the most acting he had ever done in his life and during a phone call to Kurt one day, he laughed for the first time two weeks.
"Anyone will hire you as an actor now." Kurt teased lightly. The worry and uncertainty was obvious in his voice, but Blaine could tell he was trying not to let it show.
He appreciated the effort and let out a real, albeit soft, laugh. "You're probably right there." he agreed quietly.
"Blaine, I'm so sorry." Kurt said after a moment of silence. Blaine said nothing, no words coming to him. "I know it isn't much, but I'll be there for you, if you want."
Blaine took a deep breath, pushing back tears as he tried to form a response. "Thank you, Kurt."
They had a distorted relationship ever since Sebastian came into their lives, but there was a bond there that no one could replace and Blaine knew he was going to need Kurt after… Well, everything. It was like a tiny bit of the weight he was carrying around was lifted upon realizing that he'd actually have him.
The door clicked open then and he sighed. "They're back. I have to go." he said as they rolled Sebastian's bed back into the room.
In just two weeks, Sebastian had become so weak that he couldn't even get up to walk. He had to be wheeled everywhere, and could hardly feed himself. Blaine had taken over all tasks that the nurses would allow him to do, including sponge baths at Sebastian's loud and angry request. Something about not wanting anyone seeing him naked that didn't have to.
It didn't matter; Blaine would do whatever he wanted, no matter what.
Sebastian's eyes opened sleepy, revealing how bloodshot they were. Blaine took a moment too look over his face, noticing how pale he was. His cheeks were sunken in from the way he had been starving himself, too sick to eat most of the time. His hair was flat and nearly lifeless, but when he smiled…
The room lit up. It was like a flame had been ignited behind his face as he looked at Blaine and it absolutely broke Blaine's heart.
"Hey…" he said weakly, his voice cracking as he held out a hand to Blaine once they had his bed in place.
Moving toward the bed, he took Sebastian's hand, kissing the back of it lightly. "Was it okay?" he asked him.
Sebastian nodded. "Nothing new. Nothing's changed." he said, keeping it simple. He had a hard time with long winded speeches now, having to stop often to catch his breath. He had tried to yell at a nurse about his IV the day before and they had to give him multiple breathing treatments. Ever since, Blaine made him keep his words short and simple.
"I love you," Blaine whispered, kissing him softly.
"Love you too," he replied, his eyes already drifting shut.
Blaine took his regular seat, Sebastian's hand in his, and set his book on the edge of the bed, reading and waiting.
Always waiting.