The first week of summer had been incredible, so far.
It seemed like every other night, Kurt and Blaine were out at dinner with Wes, David, Nick and Jeff or having sleep overs with the ND. Blaine especially liked the sleep overs. It meant watching movies, it meant running around in pajama's, but it especially meant getting to snuggle up with Kurt without anyone judging the boys.
These types of days meant the world to Kurt. It wasn't just hanging out with friends to him. Spending time with the people he cared about the most made him feel younger, more free, less...sick. To be honest, Kurt really didn't care too much about what happened to him because of his sickness until being introduced to the New Directions and Blaine. Pretty much the only things that kept him from going insane. Kurt really wished he wasn't trapped like this. He wanted to break free of his sickness. He wanted so badly to be one of those people you hear about on TV or the news about little girls and boys getting lucky where their cancer disappeared over night. He wanted to smile wide and laugh without having any pains in his ribs, or have to even look at another needle. It wasn't that easy. He'd never be a miracle child who got saved by a mysterious event that took place. For some people, cancer went away all by itself. Kurt came to the conclusion that it would never go away for him. It's been six years since the thing's been harboring inside his body.
One particular morning after a sleep over, Kurt rolled over in his sleeping bag to find Blaine happily cuddled next to him. Kurt smiled, running a hand over his love's sleeping face. It reminded him of the morning after they first made love. That terrible night that turned into a beautiful one.
All of a sudden, something started to churn inside Kurt's stomach. He passed it off as the munchies begging for breakfast, but the feeling continued to sit there like a bird perched on a fence. There was a slight burning in Kurt's throat, and he didn't need to remind himself to get up after that. Kurt wriggled out of the sleeping bag, breaking himself away from Blaine's grasp as fast as he could. He clamped a hand over his mouth and ran to Mercedes' bathroom.
Blaine smiled, stretching his arms out farther, but then frowning when he felt an absence of warmth next to him. His eyes darted open, still half-groggy, and all he say next to him were blankets and pillows stuffed inside the large sleeping bag. Blaine poked his head up and flinched when he heard the bathroom door slam shut. Luckily, no one was woken up yet as Blaine got up out of the bag, sprinting to the bathroom.
He heard the noises before he could twist the nob open. There was Kurt, leaning over the toilet on his knees and heaving violently. Blaine sprung into action.
"Kurt," he said sympathetically. He knelt down next to Kurt, holding his bangs off of his forehead and rubbing his back. He wanted Kurt to stop hurting. He wanted his husband to stop hurting forever.
Kurt tried to shrug of Blaine stubbornly, not wanting to see him throw-up into the toilet. It was the most un-sexiest thing anyone could ever do but Blaine was just as determined as Kurt was.
"Would you stop? I'm not leaving you," Blaine sighed. His voice was not harsh or angry. It was calm, gentle, comforting and encouraging. Letting Kurt know that no, I am not going.
When Kurt was finished, he slammed the lid on the toilet shut and he sat back, crying. Blaine frantically tried to reach for his husband's face, but Kurt pulled away.
"No," Kurt protested, pushing weakly at Blaine's chest. "Go-go away, please. I don't want you seeing this."
"Don't cry, Kurt," Blaine soothed.
"It's not fair," Kurt sobbed. "Why is this happening when I'm having such a great time this summer?"
"I'm sorry," Blaine said, because really, he didn't know what else to say. "I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault!" Kurt shook his head. "Blaine, you're so perfect to me! I don't even now why you bothered staying with someone so needy and fragile! It isn't fair to you, please don't feel sorry!"
"Shh," Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead. "You don't know what you're saying, Kurt. Hush, now. Let's clean you up."
There was a soft knock on the door. "Can I come in and brush my teeth? If someone's taking a shower in there, don't worry about me seeing any of that stu-"
Brittany walked in, clad in her pink sleep shorts and tank top. When pushed open the door and saw Kurt and Blaine kneeling near the toilet, her mind reacted immediately.
"Oh my god," she gasped. "Kurt, are you okay?"
"Brittany, can you go get Kurt his toothbrush? It's in his bag next to mine," Blaine asked.
Brittany nodded, rushing out into the living room to retrieve Kurt's toiletries.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Blaine tried to help Kurt sit up. He placed one hand under his forearm, the other firmly wrapped around his waist. Kurt was still a little dizzy from having just thrown-up without even eating any breakfast yet, and he almost topple over onto the tiled floors. Blaine's grip tightened on him, and Kurt whimpered.
"It's okay," Blaine whispered into his ear. "It's alright. It's okay. I've got you."
"I'm sorry," Kurt whined.
"Don't be," Blaine brushed Kurt's hair back when they made it safely to the sink.
Brittany came back inside the bathroom with Santana at her side and a small, black bag full of Kurt's bathroom items. She pulled out a toothbrush and a little tube of toothpaste, handing it to the boys. Right away, Kurt started to wash away the unbearable taste clinging to his tongue using the sparkly blue gel spread on the bristles of his toothbrush.
"What happened?" asked Santana.
"Not feeling so well this morning," Blaine told her.
"I can hear you, you know," Kurt snapped as he spit out the foam.
"I'm sorry, babe," Santana rubbed Kurt's back. "I didn't mean to make you upset."
"It's alright," Kurt sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be bitchy. But as you can tell, I'm not having a very good morning."
Santana kissed his cheek.
"Um, guys?" Kurt turned to the three. "Can we not tell everybody about this? I don't want everyone on me all morning. Let's just keep this between the gays."
The three burst out into a silent laughter. "If that's what you want," Brittany said.
"Thanks," Kurt smiled wide. Almost as if nothing had happened.
A few days later, when Blaine came over to hand around at Kurt's house, he found his husband curled up in a little ball on his sofa, sleeping. Blaine's face softened as he made his way over to the couch.
"Hi, baby," he cooed, crouching down next to the couch. Kurt stirred, opening his eyes slightly and smiling into the pillows.
"Hi, Blaine. I missed you."
"How are you feeling?" He looked down and noted Kurt's hand resting over his stomach, almost clutching at it uncomfortably. "What's wrong?"
"It just hurts a little bit over here," Kurt pointed to his upper torso. "My dad gave me some pain medication and it should stop soon. Don't worry about it."
The sad, shy smile spread across the boy's face made Blaine's heart melt. "Show me where it hurts."
Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and guided it up to a spot right in between Kurt's stomach and rib cage. Blaine moved in forward, gently lifting the thin material of Kurt's shirt upwards and moving it out of the way. Kurt stared down at him with curious eyes. Blaine pressed one, soft kiss to the spot. Kurt closed his eyes, content, warmth spreading to all parts of his body. He should feel like a child with Blaine kissing parts of him that hurt. Everyone knew that didn't work, but instead of feeling pampered and childish, he felt loved.
"Thank you," Kurt whispered.
"You're welcome," Blaine smiled up at him. "May I join you?"
"Of course you can," Kurt giggled. Blaine crawled up onto the sofa with his husband and wrapped his arms around his small figure. Kurt returned the gesture.
"You can sleep if you want," Blaine hushed.
"Are you sure? I don't want to seem rude. We can watch a movie or something."
"No, you need the sleep." Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead. "Shhh, now."
In a matter of minutes, both boys were fast asleep on the sofa, old re-runs of F.R.I.E.N.D.S playing in the background softly.
Kurt fell into a painless slumber, and something told him it wasn't because of the pain medication.