I am SO happy and excited. My aunt and I are going to fly from Toronto to go see How To Succeed In Business! I'm so incredibly grateful that I won't be missing any exam days when I go. I love New York, and the last time I went I saw Wicked on Broadway, so I know I'm going to cry and give standing ovation for Darren. When I come back from the trip I'll be sure to tell everyone all about it! Come on, Chris Colfer. It's your turn on Broadway now!
Also, sorry about the short chapters. These are more fillers leading up to something big.
Kurt was not looking so well lately.
It had been one week since the meteor shower incident, and Kurt had gone from happy, healthy boy to sick, hospital-bed-bound boy. His once-rosy cheeks now turned a pasty pale color. He was getting thinner, not as thin as some of those run-way models with their pointy hipbones and tiny breasts, but Kurt was getting much too light and small for a kid his age. He had to clear his throat a lot if he wanted to speak, and throwing up/coughing happened regularly. Blaine was devastated. He couldn't stand to watch Kurt like this, and it also meant that it was one step closer to the unbearable. But despite all of these physical, harmful things happening to Kurt's body, Blaine still thought he was as beautiful as ever.
Blaine reached over to the sleeping boy and brushed his fine hair away from his eyes. The annoying beeps coming from machines near them were constant. Blaine wished he could pick up the machines in his hands and drop them from the roof so they'd finally shut the hell up. An IV was stuck in Kurt's forearm, taped on securely. The plastic tube was probably feeding him, since he'd lost an incredible amount of weight. The words one month spun around in Blaine's head madly. He never thought he could actually be afraid of words before.
Despite all of these things happening, Blaine was trying his best to stay strong. Of course he cried and moped sometimes. It was normal to do those things, especially when a loved one is dying. But he didn't try to blame the world or anything like those angsty kids do in movies. He did not hate the world. This happened to Kurt way before Blaine knew him. There was nothing the world could do at this point to save Kurt. But it had tried.
Kurt shifted around in his bed, sighing uncomfortably when he couldn't find a nice position to sleep in. He decided to just give up as his eyes fluttered open lightly. Blaine stared at his roused husband. His eyes looked even brighter against his sickly pale skin, like glass orbs, and even with the slight bags under his eyes he still smiled brightly.
"Bonjour," Kurt happily whispered, still waking up.
"Salutations," Blaine giggled back. "How are you feeling?"
"A little sore, but I think I'll be okay."
Kurt now needed people to help him balance when he needed to walk. The nurses would help bathe and feed him. Kurt particularly like Katie the most. She was funny and witty and clever for such a young, new nurse.
Blaine leaned down and kissed his husbands cheek. "You know, I've actually realized that maybe this place isn't so bad."
"Really?" Kurt raised and eyebrow. "I thought you loathed this place."
"It's growing on me. They have free hand sanitizer everywhere, plus anywhere with you in it is a good place to be."
"You're the cheesiest person I know," Kurt rolled his eyes, but he was sucking his lips in to hide the obvious smile.
"Cheese is good," Blaine shrugged. "I like cheese."
Kurt laughed and shoved Blaine in the arm when a nurse dressed in blue slid open the curtain.
"Excuse me, Kurt? You have some visitors," she said.
She stepped to the side and in came everyone from the ND. Kurt's face lit up when he saw his friends shuffling one by one into the room, Tina pushing Artie in his wheelchair. Rachel held a fresh bouquet of pink and yellow flowers in her arms, setting them down on a table.
"Hi, everyone," Kurt said. "How come you're all here? Not everyone is always here at the same time. It's too small in this room for that."
"No worries," Mercedes said. "We wanted to come and visit you. Even if that means squeezing inside here."
"Thank you for the flowers," Kurt smiled at the table where the glass vase of colorful plants rested in.
"My dads grew them in our backyard," Rachel explained. "They wish you condolences."
The room got quiet. It was very touchy in that room, mostly because everyone knew that Kurt was going to die unless a miracle happened. But this was Ohio. Nothing like that ever happened in a place like this.
"We love you, Kurt," Tina suddenly squeaked.
"Lots," Artie said. "This is hard for everybody in here."
"I love you too," Kurt spoke to everyone at this point. He sat up a little, and Blaine helped him lay back into his pillow, his spine nuzzling into the material.
"I love you guys, too. I'm so sorry this happened. I never wanted any of this to include you," Kurt was crying now. "But I'm so happy I got to be your friends. Even if I have a love/hate relationship with some of you, you guys were still there for me even when I was being pushed into lockers. Glee was the only thing that I had to look forward to everyday, and it's because you made it so special for don't blame yourselves for what's happening when I'm...when I'm gone. It isn't your fault. Just... thank you for everything you've done for me."
There was not one single dry eye in the room. Even Puck shed a few tears as all of his friends encircled the bed into one oval shaped group hug. They sniffled, burying each other's faces into shoulders, arms, chests. It was hard for everyone. Let's say someone dies. Maybe you didn't know them too well, maybe not at all. But it's going to be strange going to school and work everyday knowing you won't see their face ever again, knowing they could be watching from somewhere in the sky, or trapped in the unknown. You don't actually have some sort of relationship with someone in order to feel pain when they're gone. That girl who smiles at you in class all the time? That lonely kid walking in the hallway? That class clown kid who always makes jokes during tests? When they die, it still hurts when they're gone, even if you had no idea who they were. But they knew who Kurt was. Sweet, brave, witty Kurt who always knew what to say in tough times.
Huddling together, they knew they'd always be connected somehow. Like a string tied around each of their hearts, the string looping it to another's. The string couldn't be broken or torn. It would never be, and that's how it would always stay. Some people think it's bullshit that you can feel the dead after they go, but some people think otherwise. But as the group of sobbing friends stood there together in that tiny room, they knew that for them, it wasn't false information.