Good Luck today on Broadway, Darren Criss! I know you'll do spectacular. Your Starkid and Glee fans are so proud of you. My tumblr dash is full of Darren and Broadway and that adorable twitter message Chris sent him. I wish I could come and see you live but unfortunately I'm broke and my parents certainly won't let my go to NYC alone. I love you Darren! Break a leg!

Wow, thank you guys so much for the response from the last chapter. I know all of you may not have liked what I wrote, but the reaction was overwhelming. Thank you.

Mr. Anderson was true to his word.

He did in fact pay for all of Kurt's hospital bills when he and Blaine's mother found out what was happening. Blaine told them over the phone, calmly. He didn't think he he could muster up anymore tears. No, that was actually probably a lie. The tears came when he least expected it. Blaine usually tried his best to keep his tears in until he took a shower at home. That way, no one would be able to tell.

This was it. This was really happening. All of Blaine's worst nightmares were really coming true. Everyday, he sat with Kurt at his bed side, the ND kids coming by every few days to come and kiss Kurt's cheeks and cry with him. His room was beginning to get flooded with vases of flowers, which were nice because they made the boring hospital room have a sweet odor. But of course, when the flowers started to die, they had to be disposed. Blaine chuckled. It was almost symbolic.

Kurt worried about Blaine everyday.

When he found out he was terminal, he immediately thought of his family and friends, not himself. What would his parents think? His friends? His husband? How would they react to such terrifying news? He cared about them more than himself. He'd go through the pains of cancer one million times if it meant living so that his loved ones would be alright. But he was terminal. That wasn't going to happen.

"I love you," he told Blaine. Blaine looked up from the pillows.

"I love you too, Kurt," Blaine's voice was caught in his throat.

"Blaine," Kurt sighed, "Please don't beat yourself up over this. You know I love you more than anything and that this isn't your fault. Please, Blaine." Kurt's voice was pleading now.

"I worry about you everyday," Blaine admitted. "Everyday I think it may be your last. I'm not ready to let go yet, Kurt. It's not fair. I just met you and I just got married to you and now you're getting taken away from me." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand tightly, clutching it like a sacred object.

"Come here," Kurt shifted over and made a small space on the bed for Blaine to lay on. Blaine crawled up onto the bed and rested his head on Kurt's shoulder. He knew this wasn't how it was supposed to work. Blaine was supposed to be doing the comforting, not Kurt.

Kurt held up their intertwined fingers. "See this?"

Blaine nodded against the material covering Kurt's shoulder.

"These are our wedding rings," Kurt clarified. "I made a promise to you, and you made a promise to me. Remember? These are not just rings. These are the promises we made. Till death do us apart is bullshit. Death can't keep two people from loving each other. That's not how it works."

Blaine sighed. He reached his arm over and hugged Kurt to his side. "I'm sorry if I'm making you worried. I'm just...freaking out."

"That's okay," Kurt reassured. "It's okay to feel scared, Blaine. I just don't want you doing something stupid that you'll probably regret later just because this is happening."

"I do stupid stuff all the time," Blaine snorted.

"Yeah, well now you have me to make sure you don't do anymore stupid things."

Blaine reached over and planted a kiss onto Kurt's soft lips. They were so soft. Always soft. Never hard and cold and stiff. Always pink, plump, ready to be kissed by Blaine.

"Thank you," Kurt giggled sweetly when they broke away. "I needed that."

"Did you, now?" Blaine wiggled his eyebrows. "Then I guess I'd better help you get what you need."

This time Kurt reached up and kissed Blaine, except it lasted longer, getting deeper and more passionate. Kurt enjoyed the feeling of Blaine's flesh caught in between his own. He liked it. He liked it very much. It made him feel relaxed and excited at the same time. It let him know that he had a safe place to go to.

Kurt's hand traced the small of Blaine's back carefully. No, they were not going to have sex in a hospital room. That's the last thing either of them wanted to do. However, kissing was good. It was great. Kissing was a lot of things. Kissing could be passionate, sweet, long, short, fierce. They could mean hello, they could mean goodbye. They could cheer someone up or make someone cry based on the emotion put into them. And this kiss that happened right now between these two boys...this kiss was something special. It was like Kurt was trying to tell Blaine how much he loved Blaine with his mouth, and Blaine tried to tell Kurt how much he needed him to stay. A plead without words.

"I'm going to make these last few weeks memorable," Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips. "I promise, Kurt. I promise I'll do anything to make you happy."

Kurt reached up and held the back of Blaine's neck in his hands, playing with the loose curls and smiling. "You already have."

And then Kurt pulled Blaine into the crook of his own shoulder where he sighed deeply, releasing a warm breath onto his skin. Kurt shuddered, and Blaine planted a tiny peck on the skin.

"Hey," Kurt mumbled.

"Yes?" Blaine muttered back, his face still buried in Kurt.

"Um," Kurt began, and Blaine looked up.

"Maybe there is...one more thing we could do together."