I'll Remember

by PurrfectStories

Kurt is sick in the hospital and his memory is getting worse every day. When he is finally told he needs surgery, Kurt is adamant about waiting until his husband, Blaine, can be there by his side. However, Blaine is a soldier away on active duty. Will he be able to make it home before Kurt's condition takes a turn for the worse? Soldier!Blaine and Tumor!Kurt (Major Character Death)

4. Make a Wish

Author's Note: So if any of y'all have been on the twitter the last few hours, it has been crazy. Season 5 guest stars and Klaine spoilers, just...WOW. I won't ruin it for any of you who don't want to know, so I'll just leave an update here instead. :D

Though, now that school is starting up again, I don't think updates will be this long anymore. Sorry. T-T

*Warning* for possible triggers, that of which pertain to the many things that could go wrong with brain tumors. Just saying.

Song explanation:

Blaine (Bold/Italic)

(Blaine/Others) (Parentheses/Bold/Italic)

Hope you like it and it makes sense! Let me know if it doesn't!

Again, no beta. All mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing, nothing. No profit made etc. See Chapter 1 for more elaborate disclaimer.

~C.J.

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(Chapter 4)

"…"

"Kurt—"

"No, don't you dare try to defend her."

"I wasn't."

"Yes, you were. You spoke in your placating tone. And right now, I really don't want you making excuses for RACHEL." Kurt sneered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Blaine sighed, "I still think spilling champagne on her dress was a bit much."

"She questioned our relationship! She was making fun of me. She was making fun of you…" Tears welled up in Kurt's eyes, ready to track down his face. He grabbed one of the napkins from their table, dabbing at his eyes before he cried in public.

Blaine put his hand over Kurt's, giving his hand a light squeeze. "No, she wasn't. Your friend was just looking out for you. For heaven's sake Kurt, our story does sound a little surreal." Kurt looked away from him, observing the people walking around the army base. They were celebrating New Year's at Fort Hamilton, Blaine's assigned post. Well, after they graciously exited Rachel Berry's annual New Year's party. "I think…it really all boiled down to jealousy."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "I don't care. I'm just…so tired of people being against us. We haven't gotten any support. No one believes we know what we want."

When Kurt's voice cracked, Blaine pulled him in for a warm hug. "Oh baby, please don't cry. I can't stand to see you so upset."

Kurt sniffed into Blaine's lapel, "I can't help it. Thanksgiving we visited my family in Lima and they were so RUDE to you. Then we stay in New York to spend Christmas Eve with your family, and your grandfather…I can't believe he could call you such deplorable things."

"My grandfather as never been accepting of my sexuality. He's still stuck in his backwards thinking. I thought my grandmother and him weren't coming up for the holidays until Christmas Day. If I had known he was gonna be there, I would have NEVER subjected you to his…bigotry."

"And your father, he didn't even stand up for you. Your grandfather BLAMED your parents for who you are, like it was a bad thing." Kurt whispered, pulling back.

Blaine sighed, "He's partially the reason I joined the army. Once I graduated high school, I had my mom and dad sign all the necessary documents so I could enlist. I was still seventeen at the time. They didn't stop me, though. My mother cried, but she said I was very brave and that she loved me. My father…he said I didn't have to join the army to straighten out. I could just date a girl and pretend when grandfather was around." He shook his head, disbelievingly. "I think, at first, I wanted to prove to him that I could make a difference, become someone important, maybe even one day he could finally be proud to have me as his grandson. It didn't work, obviously. He thinks my very presence defiles the integrity of the U.S. Army. When I told everyone about my promotion, he called me Sargent Faggot."

Kurt felt his stomach churn; he really couldn't stand Blaine's grandfather. "He doesn't deserve to call you his grandson."

Blaine shrugged, "I don't care anymore. I don't do this for him."

"Then why do you do it?"

Blaine finally smiled, a small one, but a smile nonetheless. "Because I like helping people. I like being apart of something bigger than me. I like being depended on and depending on others. I'm worth something here. What I do means the people I care about and who care about me are safe." He smiled at Kurt, finding it adorable when he blushed at Blaine's words. "Less and less people are caring about 'gay.' We care about, Private, Captain, Sargent, Sargent Major, all that. They're my friends, my family, and my life."

Kurt nodded, in awe of how passionate Blaine sounded. "But your mom and dad…"

"I-I still love my family. Cooper, you met him at Rachel's party. I didn't even know they knew each other. He calls my grandfather out on his crap, and I love him for that. He accepts me, for me. Mom, she just doesn't want to rock the boat anymore than what I do I think. My dad…he doesn't know how to stand up to Albert Anderson. I know HE doesn't care that I'm gay, but I just hate going home to my granddad's disparagements. It's not just me; he criticizes everybody in our family. No one's good enough." Kurt rubbed Blaine's knuckles, noticing them clench tightly into fists. "Then there's me, the biggest disgrace to the family name."

"You know he's wrong, right? You are such an amazing human being. I am astounded at how anybody can possibly have anything but love for you." Kurt pleaded, looking up at Blaine with shining glasz eyes.

Blaine uncurled his fists, deflating in exasperation. "Doesn't matter. I hardly go home on the holidays, or speak to them anymore; if I'm lucky I just visit Cooper. That is, if he isn't working in some big production."

Kurt sighed, "I wish they could see you like I do. Then they'd kick themselves for ever treating you like they were ashamed of you." He traced a gloved-finger down Blaine's profile. "You're perfect."

Blaine gave a half-smile, "If you say so. At least Thanksgiving with your family was better. They actually accept you."

Kurt huffed, "Oh, yeah. Questioning the legitimacy of my relationship, my reasons for being with you, wondering if I'm strong enough to even consider being apart of your army life. They treated me like a child, and like I hadn't already thought over every one of their concerns in my head."

"At least they were civil, and they're just worried. We knew each other for a month before I flew out. We spent a year apart, half a world apart. Then all of a sudden we're in love and you're introducing me as your boyfriend to your family? I think they're concerns were valid, Kurt."

"You give them too much credit. My father asked if I jumped headfirst into a fantasy. A FANTASY! He thinks I made up our whole relationship in my head. Having the gall to bring up some little crush I had in high school. And I did not fall in love 'all of a sudden.' I just fell in love…with a wondrous man, who happens to be a soldier."

Blaine gave Kurt a sympathetic smile. "What's this about a crush?"

"On Finn, my sophomore year." When Blaine raised an eyebrow, Kurt waved him off. "Don't ask. Oh and don't get me started on him. I can't believe he had the audacity to say that what I felt for you might have been out of pity, or obligation because of your job. He shouldn't be one to talk. I never questioned his love for Rachel when they were together, now they can't stand each other. But no matter how off and on their relationship was, I never patronized them about it…at least not to their face."

"The job is a blessing and a curse, not many people are cut out for it. They're all probably so hostile towards me because they realize how hard it would be on you, this life. You love a soldier, not some guy working a nine to five office job."

Kurt huffed, "I don't need a lecture. I know what could happen to you. I know the risks you take. I don't want to be reminded of that when you're still safe with me."

"That's my point. You know EVERYTHING about what this job entails for me, and yet, you're willing to let me into your heart. Despite the worry, the sacrifice, the heartache. That…blows me away." Blaine placed a hand over his chest.

Kurt smiled slightly, blushing at Blaine's words. "You forgot the most important part. The part where I get to hear you say that you love me, and to me…that makes this worthwhile."

It was Blaine's turn to blush, "Kurt."

"And Finn, should not even be talking. He shot himself in the thigh when he was in the army."

"Oh my God, that was HIM?!"

"You know about that?"

"I heard through the gossip mill that some goof had shot himself with a rifle. I had no idea it was your stepbrother! I seriously wish I would have gotten his autograph or something."

Kurt laughed, "What? Why?"

"It's like…one of the top ten biggest Derp moments to have happened in the army. David, Wes, and Jeremiah are gonna be SO jealous that I've actually met Thigh-Guy!"

"You army guys are so weird."

"Babe…"

When Kurt turned, he wasn't prepared for the too happy smile on Blaine's face, or the look of absolute love shining in his hazel eyes. "Yes?" He croaked, breath hitching in his throat.

"I love you."

Kurt smiled warmly. "I love you too…soldier boy." When Blaine leant forward to kiss him, he ran his hands up Blaine's army pants, shivering when Blaine was able to coax his mouth open. He pulled their mouths apart shyly; ducking his head when he realized a couple of women started wolf whistling their way. "I take it you know them?"

Blaine licked his lips, savoring the taste of Kurt still lingering there. When he cocked his head to the side, he rolled his eyes at them before waving. "The blonde one would be Brittney, and the Latina would be Satan…I mean Santana. Santana is another Sargent. We were in the Academy together. Any army gossip you want to know, go to them. They have the scoop on everyone and everything."

"They seem…accepting."

"Well, they're together. So I'd hope so. They're meddlesome, but in a meaningful way. Brittney said if I didn't find her an acceptable dolphin to cuddle with when Santana is deployed elsewhere, she was going to start fishing for some to go out with me."

"You're kidding…wait, dolphin?"

"Just go with it. Anyways, Santana being the evil enabler she is, signed me up for speed-dating once…it didn't end well."

"What happened?"

"They forgot to tell me about it."

"What?!"

"Yup, sat at a table while guy after guy sat down, talked to me non-stop for three minutes at a time, then got up and left. Needless to say I was thoroughly confused for about…an hour." Kurt covered his mouth, laughing behind his hand. "Sad part? I didn't get one date out of it. Guessed the stupid, confused look wasn't working for me that day."

Kurt stomped down his giggles, petting his boyfriend's gelled curls. "My poor baby."

"BLAINE!" The couple chorused, walking towards them with their pinkies linked.

"It's almost midnight and the fireworks are about to start!" Brittney said excitedly.

Santana smirked at Kurt "And hello! Who is this adorable looking china doll?"

Blaine rolled his eyes, "This is Kurt, my boyfriend."

Before Kurt could greet them, Brittney squealed. "Oh my gosh! You finally got me a dolphin?! Yay!" She threw her arms around Kurt and hugged him, sitting on one of his legs. "Oooh, you did a great job, Blaine. He's the perfect cuddly dolphin!"

Blaine snorted, "Yes, I'm with him just for you."

Kurt chuckled slightly, patting Brittney when she hugged him. "Nice to meet you, Brittney."

Santana flipped her hair over her shoulder, "Come on, Brit. I want to grab a good spot to watch the fireworks." She winked at Blaine. "Glad you're not a single-mingle this year, Anderson. I was beginning to think you had as much game as a straight guy." Blaine stuck his tongue out at her, knowing better than to flick her off. Last time he did that, Brittney gave him a time out.

"Okay!" Brittney stood up gracefully, turning around to peck both boys' cheeks before she left. "Hurry up, Santana said the fireworks are gonna be extra special this year." Then she pranced off in her zebra-print Uggs, her ponytail swinging behind her.

"I…actually like them."

Blaine chuckled, "Good, because try as I might. They don't leave me alone."

"Blaine…"

"All right, all right. I love them both to pieces. Even Santana has her moments. Happy now?"

Kurt giggled, "Very, now come on. I want to see these extra special fireworks." He grabbed Blaine's hand and proceeded to walk across the base towards the once grassy knoll (it was covered in snow at the moment) where everyone was laid out on blankets, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Santana crooked a finger at them when she saw the couple approaching, pointing to the open spot near her and Brittney. "Thanks Santana."

"No problem, Porcelain." She laid back against the soft quilt, smiling when Brittney cuddled up to her.

"What's with the nicknames?" Kurt asked Blaine, following their lead as they stretched out on a thick blanket Blaine had set down too. Blaine with one arm stretched out so Kurt could use his bicep as pillow, his arm curling down to hug Kurt against his body.

"At least your not Hobbit." Blaine mumbled.

Santana laughed, "Hey, crack six foot and then we'll talk."

Kurt giggled, "He's big where it counts!"

Right when it came out, Kurt knew he'd stuck his foot in his mouth. Santana smiled mischievously at him, while a few of the couples around them chuckled too. "Well, well, well. Do my ears deceive me?"

Kurt flushed from neck to ears, hiding his face in the Blaine's thick jacket, "Oh my Gosh."

An army guy to their left—David, Blaine later told Kurt—piped up. "Aw come on, San. Stop giving the new guy a hard time."

"Yeah!" Wes agreed. "Me and the misses just want to count down the seconds, watch the fireworks, then kiss at midnight, not discuss the size of Blaine's endowment."

Blaine groaned in frustration when David and Wes's wives chuckled. "Please, please stop talking."

Jeremiah stopped making out with his date long enough say, "I heard a reference to Sargent's cock. What did I miss?" He didn't wait for an answer; he just went back to making out with the guy he was with.

"Be nice, guys. The count down is going to start in a few minutes. You have to start thinking of the wish you're going to make once the new year begins. If you were good enough, and if you wish hard enough, your wish will come true." Brittney explained, smiling at the little circle of friends. Each one shrugging and going back to cuddling or talking quietly with their significant other, or making out in Jeremiah's case.

Kurt and Blaine cuddled close, watching as the stars twinkled in the dark sky. The paler boy threw his arm over Blaine's waist to hug him close, and proceeded to tangle their legs together. Blaine's chest rumbled with amused laughter. They laid there for a minute or so, looking at each other shyly only for Kurt to peck Blaine's chin or Blaine to press a tender kiss to Kurt's temple. Those light touches enough to make their bodies heat up with affectionate warmth. After all the family drama from the holidays, this…this was a nice change of pace. "You know your family will come around, right? Once they see, once we show them how much we really love each other?"

Kurt nuzzled into Blaine's neck. "Yeah, I know. I just wished they had been supportive. If my mom were alive I know she would have been. She's probably the only one we have in our corner." He sighed, defeated. "Not even a brave, gentlemanly, selfless soldier can charm his way into my father's good graces right off the bat, huh?"

Blaine chuckled, "He's going to love me, I know it. I already have Carole on my side, and I won't stop until Finn is my new best friend. "

Kurt hummed in agreement, "I wish I could say the same for your family. Your mother seemed sweet, from what little she spoke. The jokes your father cracked were funny, even if your grandfather shot him down with every pun he made. And I do like Cooper, even if he smacked my ass."

Blaine spluttered, "He what?!"

Kurt giggled, "I'm kidding. He just told me to tell you that. Get a rise out of you."

Blaine grumbled something incoherently, harrumphing back against the blanket once again. He would have started thinking up of revenge plots against his brother, but the comforting circles Kurt's fingers were kneading into Blaine's abdomen just made him want to preen for more. A sigh of relaxation escaped his lips, only to be accompanied by a rhythmic humming. Kurt's fingers didn't stop their ministrations, but his ears did perk up in interest.

Yeah eh yeah yeah

Kurt craned his neck back, his eyes crinkling with the smile that appeared on his face.

I can feel a phoenix inside of me

As I march alone to a different beat

Slowly swallowing down my fear

(Yeah, yeah)

Blaine chuckled when his army buddies chorused in on the last line, even Santana.

I am ready for the road less traveled

Suiting up for my crowning battle

(This test is my own cross to bare)

But I will get there

Wes, David, and Jeremiah sat up on their perspective blankets and quilts. Their significant others content to huddle themselves within their jackets and marvel at their soldiers' voices.

(It's never easy to be chosen, never easy to be called)

(Standing on the frontline when the bombs start to fall)

(I can see the heavens but I still hear the flames)

(Calling out my name)

Kurt sat up to pull his knees to his chest, watching as Blaine, Wes, David, Jeremiah, and Santana sang their impromptu song together flawlessly.

I can see the writing on the wall

I can't ignore this war

At the eh-end of it all

Who am I living for?

Blaine's friends clapped-snapped the rhythm of the song, humming lightly to add some harmonizing undertones.

I can feel this light that's inside of me

Growing fast into a bolt of lightning

I know one spark will shock the world

(Yeah, yeah)

Some of the other people on base turned towards the small a-cappella type concert, some joining in on the clap-snap rhythm the singing soldiers had set while others just sat and listened attentively.

So I pray for a favour like Esther

I need your strength to handle the pressure

I know there will be sacrifice

But that's the price

Kurt squeezed Blaine's knee at that verse, his lover's honey-smooth voice doing nothing to soften the impact of the lyrics' meaning.

(It's never easy to be chosen, never easy to be called)

(Standing on the frontline when the bombs start to fall)

(I can see the heavens but I still hear the flames)

(Calling out my name)

The soldiers' voices rose up above the crowd, the ones around them cheering them on and hollering encouragements. Maybe Santana and the guys did this often?

I can see the writing on the wall

I can't ignore this war

At the eh-end of it all

Who am I living for?

Blaine turned and looked directly at Kurt, singing the words specifically to him. Because he really was living for him, in that moment, Blaine realized the only person he wanted to make proud…was Kurt.

(At the end, at the end)

Who am I living for?

(At the end, at the end)

Who am I living for?

When the song ended, the people around them started clapping. Brittney told Santana that she sounded as magical as a unicorn; Santana had smiled and pecked Brittney on the lips for the compliment. The twins gushed over their husbands' (Wes and David) voices, feeding their already too big egos. Jeremiah's date was giving him that 'we are so fucking tonight' look, obviously having enjoyed the soldier's participation.

"Oh! Oh! The countdown everyone! Get your wishes ready!" Brittney shouted.

"TEN!"

"NINE!"

"EIGHT!"

Blaine and Kurt hadn't looked away from each other yet; content to bask in the love they had for each other.

"SEVEN!"

"SIX!"

"FIVE!"

"Ready to make a wish?" Blaine asked.

"FOUR!"

"THREE!"

"TWO!"

Kurt nodded, "Ready."

"ONE!"

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

When the fireworks started going off above them, Kurt and Blaine leant forward and shared their first New Year's kiss. Kurt grabbed Blaine's face between his gloved hands as Blaine wound his arms around Kurt's waist to press their bodies closer together. Their lips were a tad dry from the nippy weather, but neither one seemed to mind as they both tried to deepen the kiss. Before anything too heated could happen, their friends had come around to give them each hugs and wishes of 'Happy New Year!'

After a few minutes of being jostled around their little pact of trouble-makers, Kurt and Blaine came back too each other, each with their noses and cheeks tinted pink from the bite of the cold air. "So…what did you wish for?"

Kurt quickly wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pressing close to him as they stared up at the multi-colored fireworks popping off in the sky. "Nothing very interesting, just a decent job. I'm not a seamstress. I'm a designer dammit." Blaine chuckled at Kurt's response. "All right soldier boy, what did you wish for then?"

When Blaine didn't answer right away, Kurt proceeded to poke his ticklish side. When he finally answered, he didn't look at Kurt, just the fireworks. "The same thing I've wished every year since I first enlisted." He said softly. "To make it to the next New Year's."

Kurt felt his eyes soften, his heart clenching painfully at the answer. Blaine just quirked his lips at him, trying to cover up the honesty with a partial smile. Kurt was about to say something to him, comfort him; however, just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard the twins squeal next to them. He turned towards them, following the direction their sets of eyes had focused on.

Then he saw it.

Santana bent down on one knee, gazing up at Brittney with so much love in her eyes, and holding up a little black box. Brittney had her hands clasped in front of her, her lips were quivering and her blue eyes sparkled with happy unshed tears as she looked down at Santana.

Kurt kept hitting Blaine in the stomach, pointing out what was happening with an excited grin plastered across his face. The hazel-eyed boy pressed up against Kurt's back and let his chin rest on the paler male's shoulder, watching one of his best friends propose to the love of her life. When Kurt looked back at him, emotional tears gathering at the corners of his eyes because of the beautiful proposal happening before them, he couldn't stop himself from kissing the corning of Kurt's mouth. He nudged Kurt's head back to what was occurring before them.

Both men laughed when Brittney threw herself into Santana's arms, effectively knocking both women into a small bank of snow. Brittney proceeded to pepper her fiancé's face with lady kisses (she said yes, duh!). The group of friends' eyes became misty at the sight, especially when they heard the next few words come out of Brittney's mouth.

"My wish came true."

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Kurt stared at the white fabric in front of him, keeping himself on his side, curled in a ball as he kept the bed sheet over his head. When a hand, Finn's he suspected, tried to slowly pull the sheet away from his head, Kurt just yanked it back over his head forcefully. "Kurt, please. You can't hide under there forever."

Finn tried to remove the sheet again; Kurt yanked it back just as hard. He can do whatever he wanted. He was the one with the tumor!

"Buddy…"

Kurt stiffened at the second voice.

"I told Sharon and Wilson to sit in the waiting room."

Kurt didn't move, not even when the sheet proceeded to be peeled back from his head once again. His eyes were watery, glasz orbs looking up helplessly as his father was revealed to him. "Please Daddy, I don't wanna see Blaine's parents. I can't."

Burt sighed at his son's plea, resting his elbows on his knees tiredly. "I know, but they came all the way from New York to see you. Don't you think…you might at least talk to them, just for a minute?"

Kurt shook his head, "Why? They've never cared before."

"You'd have to ask them that."

"I don't WANT to! I'm not going to be put on display just so the Andersons can take some sick pleasure in knowing their son's faggot husband is dying! I refuse to give them the satisfaction!"

Burt leant forward and said very sternly, "Now you listen to me, Kurt Hummel-Anderson. Don't you ever use that kind of language when talking about yourself. You should know better, and get this through your thick skull. You. Are. Not. Dying. You got me, Kiddo?"

Kurt started shaking, not because he was scared of his father, but because he just realized what he said. "I-I-I didn't…I didn't mean…w-why would I…" The helpless man crumbled into hysterical sobs.

Burt felt his heart breaking; he couldn't stand this much longer. Seeing his boy like this, it was tearing him up inside. He sat on the edge of the bed and gathered his son in his arms. Burt gripped Kurt tighter when the sick man gripped onto his father, seeking some sort of comfort. His muffled cries started coming out harder, but Burt just kept shushing him, relaying soothing words. "It's all right, buddy. I got you. I'm not going anywhere, you hear? Yeah, you go ahead and let it all out. I don't mind. You're gonna be okay. Everything is gonna be okay."

Kurt snuffled into his dad's flannel shirt, hiccupping every other intake of breath. "I didn't mean it…I swear. I-It just…came out. I'm sorry…I'm so sorry."

"It's the mood swings. Nothing that hasn't happened before." Burt reassured.

Kurt pulled back and sniffled, trying to keep himself from hiccupping. His dad handed him the tissue box from his bedside table. Kurt let out a shaky breath; grabbing a few of the tissues to blow his nose and clean up his now horribly blotchy face. "I just want to go home."

Burt patted his son's shoulder, brushing a few stray strands away from his face. "Yeah, I know. Soon, all right? After the surgery and the doctors say you can."

"Not without Blaine. I can't do this without him."

"Kurt…maybe it's time to think about…doing the procedure…without Blaine here." Burt said lightly.

"No. I've held out this long, I can wait a few more days. I'll even schedule the procedure for the minute he gets here. I just…I NEED him here." Kurt stressed.

Burt sighed, "I know you said he's coming home, but how do you know this thing inside your head won't do some serious damage while you keep waiting? Just because it ain't cancer, doesn't mean it's not serious. Blaine wouldn't want you to not get treatment because you're just being stubborn."

Kurt glared, "He'll be here. You just wait. I'm not going to give up on him so easily."

"Yeah? Well, what if next time it's not just a mood swing, or some misplaced memory? What are you gonna do then, huh? I already lost your mother, I'm not going to loose you too!" Burt glared back.

"Burt."

Both men looked towards the door, seeing Carole eye them steadily. "Calm down, remember your heart."

"Screw my heart! I'm not about to sit back and watch my son wait around when—"

"That's enough, honey!" Carole shouted over him. "That's enough. Kurt is a big boy. Quinn and the surgeon assigned to Kurt's case said that he could wait one more day. One more day, okay? After that, you will agree to the surgery. All right, Kurt?"

Kurt nodded stiffly, "Th-Thank you, Carole. I know he'll be here by then. I just know it."

Carole smiled warmly at him, "I believe you, sweetheart. You're father's just worried, as we all are."

Burt crossed his arms over his chest, sitting back in the seat next to Kurt's bed. "This time tomorrow, no more funny business, okay?"

Kurt sighed gratefully, "By this time tomorrow, Blaine's going to give you his 'you doubted me?' face."

When Kurt smiled smugly, Burt found himself smirking in amusement. Damn his kid's smile for being so infectious.

Carole chuckled, "All right, now that that's settled, think you're up for some visitors?"

Kurt groaned, "Do I have to?"

Caroled tsked at him, "Sharon and Wilson came a long way, Kurt. They are so worried about you."

"Th-They are?" Kurt asked shyly.

She nodded, "Mhmm. Just give them five minutes, and if you still want them to leave, I'll escort them out personally. Sound fair?"

Kurt sighed through his nose, "Okaaaaay."

"Good, I told Finn to take Queen out for a walk, so they'll be back in a bit." With that, she turned on her heel, and left.

"Why do you listen to her and not me?"

"I like her better." Kurt said in a matter-of-fact tone, quirking his lips up at the corners when Burt snorted.

The door to his room slid open. "Kurt? Honey?"

Kurt cringed at the endearment, it sounding very foreign to him. "H-Hi, Mrs. Anderson."

"Please call me, Sharon. You're my son-in-law. I think a first name basis is acceptable now." She smiled slightly, holding a silver frame close to her chest. She was a petite woman, with delicate silver-framed glasses on her small face, olive skin, and dark-brown curls. Her yellow cardigan and brown skirt were neatly pressed.

"I think I'll stick with Mrs. Anderson, if you don't mind."

Sharon deflated a little bit, pushing up her glasses and nodding. "Right, okay. Well, h-how do you feel?"

"Like dancing to a number from Kinky Boots."

"Kurt." Burt chided.

"What? I don't know how I'm supposed to act here." He turned back towards the Andersons. "You've made it very clear over the years how much you value your son. Which kills me to say, is not a lot."

"Don't blame Sharon for that. Please, that's all my fault." Wilson spoke up, running an embarrassed hand through his salt and peppered hair. He was a fairly average looking man, average height, average build, and blue eyes. Surprisingly, he had a bit of stubble on him now, and the white button up under his black blazer was a little wrinkled. It's the most rumpled Kurt has ever seen him look.

"Just tell me why you're here."

Sharon shuffled forward, "We heard you were having surgery."

"So?"

"We thought we could be of some help. Be here for you. You…You are apart of our family." Sharon stressed.

Kurt gaped at them. "Are you serious? If you think being here is going to cause Blaine to overlook how you've ignored him, basically disowned him all these years, then you should just go back to New York. Back to your homophobic patriarch!"

"I know I was wrong to not support Blaine, to shun him, to ignore how his grandfather humiliated him time and time again. But I'm done with Albert Anderson. I've cut all ties to him and I will no longer stand for his crass comments towards my family. I know we will need to earn the chance to be your family, but Sharon and me are going to try to earn that right." Wilson stated.

Sharon nodded, "I just want my boys back. We miss Blaine, we miss Cooper, and we want the chance to know you, Kurt. You're an extraordinary young man. Blaine…" She choked on little sob, so she cleared her throat. "…once wrote to us, while he was overseas. He told us all about you. I could tell from the letter that he was completely enamored with you, even if he didn't say it outright. I-I would show it to you, but when I was sharing the letter with Wilson's mother—who by the way has nothing but love for her grandsons and you—Al walked in. He saw it, and ripped it up. Then he…BURNED my baby's letter in the fireplace."

"I'm sorry he did that…but I still don't know what you want me to say." Kurt confessed. He felt for the woman, his technical mother-in-law, but he didn't know how to just pretend like they were innocent. They chose to bite their tongues around Mr. Albert Anderson.

"That's okay. We understand, but…um…I brought you something." She gestured to the silver picture frame she clutched. "It's one of my favorite pictures of Blaine, and I-I thought you'd might like to have it." Sharon walked over to Kurt and placed the picture delicately in his lap.

Kurt turned it over, and his heart lurched. It was a picture of Blaine, when he was young…so young. It was probably taken right after he enlisted. The background was off the American flag, his clothes were that of Private, and he had one hand to his forehead in a salute. He looked so handsome, and proud. Then, engraved on the bottom frame, were these words.

My Son, My Hero

Wilson wrapped an arm around his wife, "Cooper and Blaine are some very unique boys. We don't believe they've taken after either one of us, which we kind of think is a good thing. So, even if it takes the rest of our lives to make things right, then we'll do it."

Kurt sniffed, and looked up at the Andersons coldly. "You weren't there to welcome him home when he managed to finish his first deployment into hostile territory with just a bullet in his left shoulder! You let a man belittle your son when he got promoted to Sargent! AND…you weren't even there when we got married! It's not up to ME whether or not you two can be apart of our family. It's up to Blai—"

Suddenly, the shouting stopped.

Monitors Burt wasn't really sure the name of started going off. He saw Kurt's eyes roll to the back of his head, his arms and legs looked like they were flexing, his body went rigid…and then tremors started to roll throughout his lithe frame. His body convulsed against the bed and Burt shot up like a rocket.

"Kurt!"

Burt pressed the emergency button frantically, feeling useless and out of control as he watched his son's body shake. Not two seconds later, Carole, along with Quinn and some more people rushed into the room.

Quinn shouted, "Everyone out of the room! Now!"

"I'm not leaving him!" Burt shouted.

Quinn pointed at him, "I said go."

Carole grabbed his arm, "Come on. Quinn will take care of him. I'll wait with you outside. He'll be okay."

Burt reluctantly let himself be pulled from the room, tears springing in his eyes, as the last thing he saw was Kurt's pale face tinting blue. He doesn't remember getting to the waiting room, or when he was forced to sit in one of the chairs. He just sat there, trying to forget that terrible image. It was only when Queen whined and the dog put his scruffy head on his knee when Burt felt himself zone back in.

"What did you two do?!" Finn shouted accusingly at the Andersons.

Sharon was crying, "I don't know. We just wanted to talk, make things right. We didn't mean for this to happen."

Carole held onto her son, "It's not their fault. Brain tumors are unpredictable. They cause mood-swings, headaches, all sorts of stuff, even seizures Finn. It wasn't their fault."

"Yes it is! Kurt was fine until they showed up! He was a little angry and shouted, but he didn't do THAT!" He was breathing deeply, shaking with intensity. "I have to see him, I have to see him!"

Carole held onto him, "Finn, you can't! Let the doctors do their job. They'll help him."

"No, no! He's my brother; I have to be there for him! Mom, let me go! Kurt! KURT!"

Burt stood up silently, walked over to Finn and put both hand on his shoulders to keep him back. "Listen to your mom. I want to get in there too, but you and I both know we would just get in the way. Kurt is strong. He'll pull through. He's made it this far, hasn't he?"

Finn finally let the tears fall, slouching into Burt to engulf him in a hug. "This is fuckin' bogus. I wish I could…I just…"

"I know Finn, I know." He patted Finn on the back, hugging his stepson as they waited it out.

Wilson frowned, "We can…We can leave. If that's what you want."

Burt shook his head, "No, it's fine. In all honesty, we could use the support. It…it would be nice, if you stayed. Give us time to really get to know each other."

Sharon nodded, wiping at her eyes. "Thank you. We won't be a bother. Promise."

"You never are. The two of you just sit there and watch chaos unfold, don't you?"

The people in the waiting room all turned to look at the new voice.

"Cooper?" Sharon breathed.

The man in the leather jacket shrugged, "I see you remember my name." Wilson and Sharon looked like they were about to say something, but Cooper held up his hand to stop them. "I don't care. I'm not here for you two. I'm only here for my brother-in-law." When someone cleared their throat behind him, Cooper continued. "Well, him and this stow-away." Copper stepped aside and gestured behind him, revealing a woman in black Christian Louboutin ankle-boots, and a Michael Kors double-breasted leopard print trench coat.

Finn's breath caught at the sight of her.

"Rachel?"

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A/N: Oh look, some wild Brittana appeared. xD Rachel's outfit exists by the way...and I want it, but alas, I am a poor collage student.

Also the song was 'Who Am I Living For?' by Katy Perry. Leave a review? Please?