I have a list of things to say before I start:

First, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I've been super busy with homework and everything. Also, after this chapter I won't be able to update for about another 9-10 days because my dad is going on a vacation so I have to stay at my mother's house, and she doesn't have internet so I need to wait until my dad comes back. I did a bit of research in this chapter, so I'm sorry if something is inaccurate. I'm not a doctor, so I don't really know how things work in that area, but I tried my best. Blame google if something is oddly written. Enjoy!

Time seems to fly by so fast. Doesn't it?

It seemed like yesterday when Kurt and Blaine got together on that spring evening. The time Blaine spent with Kurt seemed like forever, and they couldn't believe that they were already approaching around mid April or so. Everything seemed perfect for the two. No problems ever happened. Their relationship was filled with joy, love, music and kisses that filled Blaine's heart whenever he thought about the blue eyed eighteen year old. You know that feeling you get when you first ride a bike, or swing as high as you can off the ground at the playground, or sing in front of a live audience? The adrenaline, the rush, the way it feels to be intertwined with such positive emotions and nothing can hurt you, nothing, no matter what. That's how it felt every single day that the boys spent together. Blaine thought there was nothing that could break him, no bully was strong enough and no slushy was cold enough. No chants were offensive anymore, and everything was loud and clear: Blaine loved Kurt more than he'd ever loved anything in his life. And he felt perfect.

Or, at least, that's what he thought in the moment.

"What's wrong? Is he going to be alright? When did this happen?" Blaine asked frantically as he followed Mercedes down the hallway.

"Relax, shorty, he's going to be fine," Mercedes turned to face him and appeared to be calm, even though concern glanced in her eyes. "I'm just as worried as you. But if we start freaking out, it's going to make things worse."

"This is like, the third time this has happened these past few months, though," interrupted Blaine. "I'm just really scared. If he gets hurt...what if there's something wrong with him?"

Mercedes thought it was adorable that Kurt finally found someone who cared this much about him other than the people in glee club. Blaine was such a charming, easy going, cute guy who was obviously nuts about Kurt. She grinned and brushed a lock of her dark hair back.

"I know, shorty," Mercedes sighed. "I don't know what's going on either. Kurt's always so healthy and full of spunk. He's just recently started fainting more often at school and God knows why."

Blaine thought back to when he first auditioned for the school musical and how he heard that Kurt fainted. He assumed that it was just because Kurt didn't eat any breakfast or something, but enough was enough. It wasn't normal to randomly pass out in the middle of class. He was anxious to see his boyfriend and ask him why this kept happening.

"Hey," boomed a loud voice from behind the two. Puck came out of nowhere and clamped his hand down on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine suddenly felt very short, but then again, he always did.

"Hey yourself," Mercedes said, "How is he?"

"I dunno," Puck replied, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I only saw him wipe out in the middle of class, and I was the one who told the teacher, but that's it. After the nurse came, she said something about Kurt going home and stuff. Poor little dude, that's like, what?" Puck used his fingers to count- "three, four wipe outs in not even half a year? I've passed out once in my life."

"I see you've been studying your math, Puckerman," Mercedes chuckled, and then said, "Well, let's just get back to class for now. We can go see out boy after school is done. If he's at home right now, leave him. He'll need his rest."

The teens nodded and parted ways to their next class. Please let him be alright, Blaine thought all day. Please.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Friday nights were usually Blaine's favourite time of the week, as for several other students at McKinley. But as he walked up the front steps and down the hallway to Kurt's bedroom, he couldn't help but think this was one Friday night he could live without.

Blaine knocked softly of Kurt's door. "Kurt?"

No answer.

He knocked a little louder. "Kurt, sweetie, are you in there?"

He gently pushed the door open and there was Kurt, sprawled out all over his bed and looking at the ceiling. Kurt immediately jumped at his boyfriend opening the door. Blaine took in the sight of his boyfriend. His body was wrapped up in a white, fluffy blanket tightly, and his face was flushed and pink. Almost as if he'd been crying, or too hot.

Kurt looked at Blaine with worried and surprised eyes, trying to mask it with a smile.

"Blaine, what are you doing here?" Kurt got up off the bed and untangled himself from the white blanket. He walked over to Blaine at the frame of the door.

"I let myself in," Blaine said, "Where's your dad?"

"He and Carole have a date, and Finn is in the other room," Kurt explained. "So, what's up?"

Blaine sighed and placed his hands on either sides of Kurt's red face. "I came to see you. What happened at school earlier? Are you okay?"

Pausing for a minute or two, Kurt smiled and said, "Yeah. Never felt better. I'm fine, Blaine."

But of course, Blaine didn't believe Kurt for one second.

"I know you're hiding something."

Kurt's mouth pressed into a thin line and he looked away from Blaine.

"Kurt, will you please look at me?" Blaine asked, putting two fingers under Kurt's chin and tilting his head up so their eyes met.

"You can tell me anything you want," Blaine told him, "And I will never judge you. I'm so, so worried about you, Kurt. If there's something going on, you need to tell me. I love you and if something bad happened to you... I don't even know what I'd do if I did nothing about it."

There was sadness and pain in Kurt's eyes for a moment, but then like a flame in the wind, it was gone, replaced by stone hard cold.

"There's nothing to hide, Blaine," Kurt shrugged out of Blaine's grasp and walked past him. "Like I said before, I'm fine."

"No, you're not, Kurt," Blaine stepped forward and caught Kurt's bare arm. "There's something bothering you, other wise you wouldn't have needed to go home earlier. Please Ku-"

"Blaine, please stop," Kurt's voice was a little louder now. "Nothing is wrong. I'm fine. Just...leave it alone. If there's something wrong, I'll tell you, alright?"

Why is he being so difficult? Blaine thought. He sighed, frustrated, and pulled Kurt into him, lowering his mouth to Kurt's ear.

"I won't let go until you tell me," Blaine said. Kurt attempted to wriggle away, but that only made the arms around him tighten. Blaine smirked a little, but it instantly vanished when he looked at Kurt's fresh new tears on his cheeks.

To Blaine's terror, Kurt was whimpering, sobbing and shaking out of control. Blaine took Kurt's face in his hands again and almost panicked.

"Kurt, baby? What's wrong?" Blaine whispered. "Oh, please don't cry like that, you'll lose your breathe. Breath, sweetie, breathe."

"I'm so sorry, Blaine," Kurt cried, his voice barely nothing more than a broken choke. "I am so sorry. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I didn't want you to...to..."

"Kurt," Blaine breathed, kissing Kurt on the forehead. "Shhh. What is it?"

And ten, after almost seven years of not telling a single soul, Kurt took one look and Blaine and spoke for the first time.

"I'm dying, Blaine."

Blaine's blood went ice cold, his heart stopping. What did he say?

"...What?" Blaine asked.

"I... I'm dying. I have leukemia."

There was a drumming noise inside Blaine's head, his breathing was becoming shallow and his mouth went dry. There was a voice that kept replaying What? What? What? over and over again. Each time it spoke, it grew louder blurrier.

When Blaine didn't say anything, Kurt continued in the same shaky voice.

"When I was twelve years old... that was the first time it came. Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia...too many white blood cells. It's...it's come back recently, and I've stopped responding to treatments. It's too late to start chemo therapy, and I did it once already but nothing happened. Chemo doesn't work for everyone who tries it. And I lied about my dad and Carole. They're talking to a doctor right now and they won't be home until Monday afternoon or so because they're going out of Ohio. I wouldn't go with them."

Blaine's eyes were stinging. He needed air and he needed air now.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Blaine blurted out.

The tears ran faster and faster down Kurt's cheeks. "I am so sorry Blaine. The doctors told me to proceed with life normally like before, like...like nothing h-happened. If I told anyone, everyone would start treating me like I was some delicate glass doll or something. Blaine, I am so sorry. I love you so much, and this is why I didn't want you to get attached to me."

"Then why did you fall for me, too?" Blaine was crying now, too.

"Because," Kurt sobbed, "I'd rather only one heart be broken than two. And I figured, that person ought to be me."

This made Blaine's heart shatter. The thought of Kurt, lying alone in a hospital bed without Blaine there by his side, left to die and be eaten by sickness...

"Kurt..." Blaine was practically drowning in his light tears.

"I'm sorry Blaine," Kurt cried, "I love you so much. More than anything, and I'd do anything to be with you. Please, please forgive me. I can't imagine not being with you."

"I love you too," Blaine was hyperventilating. "But I just... I'm sorry. I really need to be alone right now."

Rushing towards the door, Blaine could almost hear the faint cries of Kurt crying his name, but he was out the door and rushing to the curb where he threw up all of his nerves onto the pavement. He needed to get away from that house and fast.

The drive home was full of tears blurring Blaine's vision. Every memory with Kurt played like a movie before him on the road. His beautiful voice, his gorgeous eyes, the light laugh...all gone in a matter of time.

Blaine pulled in the drive way of his home and lay his head on the steering wheel, letting his sobs overwhelm him.

That was his Kurt. His Kurt, the one who was there for him no matter what, the one with the tender kisses and smarts and the voice and everything you'd ever want. And he didn't deserve any of this. Karma was dead to Blaine now. If karma existed, why did bad things happen to good people?

His Kurt, his only love.

There was a tap on the window and Blaine looked up. It was his mother. She opened the door and saw her son's tear tracked face.

"Blaine, honey," she said with the classic worried mom voice. "What happened?"

And then Blaine broke, burying his head into his mother's chest and sobbing into the night. When he was little, he'd run into his mother's warm and protective arms when he was scared or worried. But no, as he lay crying in her arms then, nothing could protect him.

That was Kurt that he left in that house. He could almost hear Kurt's laughter ringing in his ears as he thought of the sick boy he was in love with.