The storm from the night before stopped completely. Instead of loud thunder and raindrops the size of coins dropping from the sky, there was a yellow glow coming from outside, pouring into Kurt Hummel's bedroom and giving the area a warm, happy feeling. Maybe April showers really do bring May flowers.
Of course, Kurt could have been perfectly happy even if the rays of sunlight weren't tracing the sheets on his bed. Because when he opened his bright blue eyes, there was Blaine, one arm wrapped around his waist, still asleep.
Kurt rolled over and all the events from the night before came rushing to his mind. He blinked a few times, erasing all the traces of sleepiness, and looked down at his body, tangled in the thin white sheets, pillows tossed everywhere. Not even a day ago, Kurt was lying in this bed with his boyfriend, possibly having the best night of his entire life to date, and now, he lay next to him again, the sun from outside creating a positive vibe.
Blaine was still fast asleep, his tanned skin creating a color palette on the ivory sheets, the lemony sunlight. He snored a little bit, his dark curls all messy and tangled together. Kurt giggled.
He tried sitting up to see his alarm clock sitting at his desk on the other side of the bed, but Blaine, still sleeping, sensed Kurt's warmth leaving his side, and his arm tightened around his waist, pulling Kurt closer to his side. Kurt smiled. He reached over and brushed a stray curl from Blaine's forehead, planting his lips on his chin.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered, unable to stop the smile that spread across his face.
"Hmm?" Blaine mumbled back. Kurt giggled once more.
"Wake up, babe," Kurt cooed, kissing Blaine on the cheek and then on the nose. Blaine wiggled his nose, and Kurt realized that he'd been laughing to himself the whole time about how cute his boyfriend was.
"Come on Blaine," Kurt tried again, "Time to wake up."
After a few seconds of stirring, Blaine finally opened his hazel eyes that seemed a bit lighter after waking up, almost the same color as the rays of sun that streamed in through the window. Blaine looked at the person he was holding in his arms and smiled.
"Hey," he grinned, still in a sleepy haze.
"Morning," Kurt whispered.
"How are you feeling?" Blaine asked, sitting up a little so he could see Kurt properly, making sure his face wasn't being consumed by the pillows.
"I feel great," Kurt beamed, "Fantastic, even."
"Good," Blaine replied, "So do I. Like the best that I've felt in a really long time." Blaine raised on of his arms in the air, stretching it and yawning. Kurt chuckled and ran a hand through the soft curls.
"I'm glad," Kurt told him. "Ugh, what time is it?"
Kurt leaned upwards on his elbow and looked at his clock from across the bed. In red numbers, the clock read 11:53 am.
"Oh," Kurt sighed, "We slept in a lot."
"What time does your dad get home?" Blaine asked a little nervously, jolting upwards. The last thing he wanted was his boyfriend's father walking in on them completely naked in a bed.
"Relax," Kurt laughed, "He won't be home until like, tomorrow evening or so."
"What about Finn?"
"He went to Rachel's last night."
Blaine sighed of relief and lay back down in the sheets next to Kurt, re-wrapping his arms around Kurt as he nuzzled his nose into Blaine's chest.
"Anything you want to do today?" Blaine asked, gently stroking Kurt's hair.
"Hmm," Kurt hummed contently, "I think I just want to stay here with you."
"Sounds good to me," Blaine leaned down and gave Kurt a gentle kiss on the lips that grew a little more intense, but nothing fierce or over the top. It was the perfect, lazy afternoon (or, almost afternoon) that Kurt could ask for.
After a while of lazily kissing and lying in the soft bed, Kurt broke away and looked into Blaine's eyes.
"Blaine?"
"Yes?"
"I think I'm ready. Too talk about it now."
"Talk about what, Kurt?"
"My...condition."
Oh yeah. Right. Blaine had almost forgotten about Kurt's sickness and how thy said they'd talk about it when he was ready. A heavy weight dropped in Blaine's chest, but the happiness from last night overpowered the gut-wrenching feeling.
"Only if you want to, sweetie," Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead.
"I think I want to," Kurt said, and Blaine nodded, waiting patiently for him to start.
"It's...been here the moment I started to become a teenager. I was twelve when we found out."
Blaine gulped but continued to listen.
"I was devastated when I found out. I thought it was going to limit me from doing the things I wanted to do, but it didn't. My doctors kept telling me to live life as normally as I could or else the disease would have probably controlled every thought and decision I made. Treatments are not very affective when it comes to my body, and even if they do work, they only last a short amount of time and the cancer come back stronger than before. So I didn't tell anyone about it, not even the glee club, because I didn't want everyone in the school treating me like I wasn't capable of living on my own. I didn't want to be the sick boy. I'm not the sick boy."
Blaine nodded, understanding what Kurt was getting at.
"So I decided," Kurt continued, "That I was going to have fun no matter what the costs where. Even if it meant getting a few slushy stains on my clothes every once in a while, it's so much better than living a lie. Living something I am not."
Blaine couldn't be more proud of Kurt than in that moment. "That's really beautiful, Kurt. Have you told anyone else but me?"
"My dad knows," Kurt said, "And so do Carole and Finn because they live with me and it would be hard to keep that a secret from them when they are literally in the room right over. But now you know."
"Do you regret telling me?" Blaine asked.
Kurt thought about it for a moment, but then shrugged and shook his head. "No. I mean, you were going to find out sooner or later. I'm sure one of these days I'm going to have to tell the glee kids as well, but that's only if it gets really, really bad. Right now, I'm doing okay. Oh god, I can see it now, Rachel and Brittany showering me with kisses and flowers day by day in the hospital." Kurt laughed.
But Blaine did not. He didn't understand how Kurt could talk about his sickness and going to the hospital so causally. This broke Blaine's heart, how Kurt had become so desensitized to going to the hospital, to feeling pain...to dying.
"Does it ever hurt you?" Blaine asked in a small voice.
Kurt gave a thoughtful, sort of sad smile. "Sometimes. It depends on what kind of day it is. Most of the time it feels like it's not even there, other times I feel like I can't breathe, but that's normal. My mom died of cancer as well, but I'm pretty sure I didn't get it from her. We had different kinds of cancer."
Hearing all this was too much to handle. Blaine sucked his lips in to try and suppress how much he wanted to cry, and Kurt seemed to notice this.
"Hey," Kurt said gently, stoking the side of Blaine's face. "It's okay. I'll be alright."
"I just don't understand how you can stay so calm during all of this," Blaine sighed. "I mean, you're sickness...you just said that it's pretty much incurable. I just... I just-"
"Shhh," Kurt soothed Blaine, running fingers into his hair and leaning his forehead against his. "Shh, Blaine. Don't talk like that. Listen, I'm here now, right?"
Blaine nodded sadly, pouting like a little child.
"Then we should make the most of our time together. I don't know what's going to happen in the future. Maybe it'll go away. Maybe not. Maybe it will stay with me for the rest of my life, maybe it will stay with me until my last breath. But you have to remember that if we just sit around crying all the time, it's not going to do a damn thing about it."
Blaine pulled Kurt into him then, feeling every bare part of him pressed against him, kissing him hardly on the mouth and smiling. Kurt had such a way with words that it sometimes seized Blaine's heart up.
"How do you always know what to say?" Blaine smiled, burying his face in Kurt's shoulder. "You're amazing."
"I'm rather nice, aren't I?" Kurt flashed a toothy smile, and Blaine rolled his eyes, pushing Kurt in the arm. They laughed together, holding on to one another tightly and before they knew it, their mouths were colliding, kissing one another until they were breathless, and without even really meaning to, they ended up making love once more. It was a bit quicker than the last time, but still equally passionate and gentle. Just because they'd already had sex once didn't mean they were going to throw the relationship away and become fuck buddies, however...sometimes, it just happened unintentionally.
They collapsed side by side, panting and trying to catch their breaths. Kurt's breath caught in his throat and he made sort of a laughing, chocking noise.
"Wow," Kurt laughed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.
"Wow indeed," Blaine replied, taking Kurt's hand and laughing into his neck. Blaine leaned down to kiss the white shoulder, up the long neck, back to the pink lips. Kurt gave in for a few seconds before he giggled and sat up.
"Okay, okay, we should actually get up now," Kurt said, and Blaine mock-pouted with his lower lip sticking out.
"C'mon, Romeo," Kurt huffed, "Get dressed. I don't think we can be naked all day."
"Why not?" Blaine flashed a charming smile, speaking in a pretend-sexy voice, wiggling his eyebrows. In response, Kurt flung Blaine's socks at his head.
After they were dressed, the whole day was spent with each other. It was like they never left each other's sides, joined at the hip. Watching old musicals on the sofa and cuddling closely (and, you know, occasionally making out every once and a while) while the warm spring breeze drifted inside through the windows Blaine opened, neither of them could be happier.
At around 7:00 at night, when Kurt had taken a little nap and settled his head on Blaine's chest while Blaine rubbed his back, Blaine heard the door unlock and loud stomping come in through the front door. Blaine sighed, assuming that it was either Finn or Mr. and Mrs. Hummel coming home early from their trip to the doctors, the one that Kurt didn't want to go to. He gently lay Kurt down on the sofa, watching as he curled into a little ball. Blaine took a deep breath and walked downstairs.
At the door, he found Burt and Carole Hummel hanging up their jackets and taking their shoes off. Blaine cleared his throat and spoke.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Hummel," Blaine said, and they looked up and Carole smiled.
"Hello Blaine," she said, "We didn't know you were going to be here."
"Yeah, I thought I'd stop by for a while and hang out with Kurt," Blaine replied.
"We came home early from…somewhere," Burt said hesitantly, choosing his words carefully. "What are you doing here so late, son?"
"Well, actually, I was kind of hoping to speak to the both of you alone," Blaine explained, and Burt raised his eyebrows.
"Really?" Carole piped.
"Yes. Kurt's taking a nap upstairs and I thought I'd take this opportunity to have a word with you both."
Burt stroked his chin, a gesture of pondering. "You two didn't cause any trouble did you? Cause if you did, the both of you are gonna be in a hell lot of troub-"
"No," Blaine interrupted politely, "No, sir, we didn't do anything wrong. I just… it's kind of important regarding Kurt."
"Alright," Burt said curiously but cautiously, taking a seat in the living room with Carole, Blaine facing towards them on the opposite chair in the dining room.
"I...I know, Mr. and Mrs. Hummel," Blaine said, looking down at the dark wood table, "I know about Kurt and his condition."
The couple froze. "Oh, Blaine dear, how did you find out? Kurt's kept it so private and to himself," Carole said. Burt just looked like a cross between shocked and a little angry.
Gulping down a bundle of nerves, Blaine continued. "I swear I didn't mean to find out, but I could tell that Kurt seemed really down on Friday and when I asked him about it, he finally told me. I'm sorry if it seemed like I tried to get it out of him, but I was just trying to figure out what was wrong with him. I understand why he kept it from me all this time."
Carole sighed. "Don't apologize, Blaine. Kurt cares about you very much. He talks about you everyday and we were expecting this to happen sooner or later."
Blaine blushed a little and squealed internally when he found out that Kurt talked about him everyday, but now was not the time for being a fan boy of Kurt's. Burt still sat there, his arms crossed and his face pained.
"I just wanted to let the both of you know that I will be here for as long as he'll want me," Blaine confirmed, and Burt slowly nodded. "I don't know if you know this but…but I really, really love Kurt."
This was sort of embarrassing for Blaine. I mean, who wants to tell their boyfriend's parents that they're head-over-heels in love with them? But Blaine kept on talking.
"I mean that. I've never felt the way I am today with anyone else but Kurt, and I will do everything I can to support him as well as his family. I'll try to do everything in my power to make sure Kurt stays healthy, if that's alright with you."
Burt's face softened, and he stood up to walk over to Blaine, who rose out of the chair.
"Do you really mean that?" Burt asked. "Are you going to support and love my son no matter what is going to happen to him? I don't think I can take to see him heartbroken after what's happening to him right now."
And in that moment, Blaine didn't feel intimidated or scared of Burt. He wasn't a strict, evil guy who was going to yell at Blaine when he caught the boys holding hands or something. There, he looked into Burt's eyes and saw a hopeless, struggling father who loved his son more than anything and didn't want him to get hurt.
"I promise, sir," Blaine vowed, "I do. No matter what."
"Good," and Burt put his hands on Blaine's shoulder, giving him a little shake. "I'm glad to hear that. You're a bright kid, Blaine."
"Thank you, sir," Blaine smiled, and Burt returned it. "It's getting late; I think I'll go say goodbye to Kurt."
Blaine made his way up the stairs, feeling a little more relieved, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. He found Kurt on the sofa, still sleeping, the credits to West Side Story scrolling down the television screen. He knelt near the sofa, grinning at the angelic sleeping face that was Kurt Hummel.
"Baby," Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead, "I have to get going now, okay?"
Kurt stirred for a few minutes before mumbling, "No. Stay." He unsuccessfully tried to throw and arm around Blaine, but it didn't work and Blaine chuckled.
"I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" Kurt's eyes were still closed, but he nodded into the pillow and said, "Mhmm."
Blaine kissed his temple and whispered, "I love you."
Kurt smiled in his sleep and said, "Me too, Blaine." Blaine laughed quietly and kissed Kurt's nose before getting up and heading to the door.
This might have not been the best week of Blaine's life. He found out that his boyfriend was dying and probably going to keep continuing to do so for a while until they could properly treat him. But it didn't stop their relationship from growing. They were able to show each other just how much they loved each other, going all the way and enjoying every bit of it. The sickness didn't stop it from becoming more and more beautiful each day.