I hope you guys weren't to mad, I mean, that's the only really bad cliffhanger I've left you on so far. Anyways, this chapter hold a lot of answers. I hope you all enjoy.

Thank you's for

Nicksgirl24, AllHandsLinked, NotMyBabies, For Liking the song :)

Naparstnica, who sacrificed study focus

KurtColfer, Sapphiretwin369, Conona, K.-writter12, bennydevil2000, Mai Kugarashi, D.H. Knightly, for being concerned about Flint

SharkySheep, You know first story was called "Tug, my hearstrings" So its so funny that you said that.

Salamander Starfish, Wooldollycoat, Vixen-of-the-roses, Quake Wright, forever musically, NortherDownpursMadePublic, For using the term Cliff hanger in their review.

ShakesperianWaffel, for leaving thier first review.

Supermegafoxyawesomehot7, for exclaiming "AHHHHHHHH SLKDHTJKSDJFl"

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David practically carried Kurt to his room. Depositing him on the bed and quickly pulling out his phone, is face not changing.

"Hello Mrs. Wilson this is David, an ambulance is taking Flint to the hospital...Okay, let me know when I can visit...thank you." He hung up the phone, collapsing heavily onto a chair.

"David, what the hell is going on!" Kurt burst out, angry.

"Kurt I'm sorry but I can't tell you," David said, rubbing his temples "Flint has told us explicitly that we aren't allowed to tell anyone who doesn't know, and that includes you."

"But we're– I mean I'm his..."

"Look Kurt I'm sorry. But Im not allowed to say. Just don't get yourself worked up. Calm down. His mom will call me back and I will take you to see him, and he can tell you, but for now you just need to stay calm. I'm pretty sure he'll be fine."

"How can you say that? How can you ask me to be calm! I'm worried! My– Flint just collapsed, he just passed out and nobody will tell me why!"

"I'm sorry Kurt, I really am but a promise is a promise. Just...just relax."

"Fine, yeah, I'll relax," Kurt grunted patronizingly.

David sighed despairingly, changing the subject. "So, that was some performance. You guys were great."

"It doesn't really matter."

"Oh course it matters. Flint never auditioned for solos before."

Kurt just shrugged. "Well he asked and I couldn't say no."

"Seems to me like you've developed a bit of a weakness for him," David said with a smile.

Kurt tucked his knees to his chest, releasing a heavy breath. "Yeah, I guess so. I just...its hard to explain. Sometimes, he just does something or says something that makes me...I don't know. And he's being so gracious and understanding, and it makes me feel like a jerk. And to top it all off Blaine just seems so angry, which I don't understand."

"Don't worry about Blaine. His heart is probably in the right place. Just don't judge him too quickly. Not until you understand what's going on."

"Well that's hard when no one seems to be able to tell me what's going on," Kurt snapped bitterly.

"Breathe Kurt. Just breathe," David instructed standing. "Come on let's watch a movie. Take your mind off things."

"Fine."

David selected a DVD at random, starting up the system, keeping his phone in his hand. Kurt paid little attention, mostly just watching David's phone for any sign of life. Eventually it rang, and Kurt dove to stop the TV while David answered it in earnest.

"Hey Mrs. Wilson...okay, thank you...I'll see you soon."

"What's going on? Is he okay?" Kurt question frantically.

"We can go and see him. He's awake, and he's asked for you to come. If you're ready that is, there's no rush."

"No, lets go."

"Alright, I'll drive."

"That's fine," Kurt said standing quickly. But he paused in the doorway, thinking. "But can we stop somewhere first?"

David nodded. "Sure, what do you need?"

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"David, Kurt Hi," Mrs. Wilson said, outside the door of Flint's hospital room.

"Is he okay?" David asked.

"He's fine. I was on my way to get a cup of coffee, would you like to join me David."

"I'd love to," David said, stepping along the hall

"Kurt you go right in, he wants to see you," Mrs. Wilson told him, moving with David.

"Aren't you–"

"No you, go in. We'll be back in a bit." They walked away, leaving Kurt where he was. He swallowed quickly, opening the door quietly and slipping in. Flint was nestled in the bed, machines blinking and beeping, an IV tube stuck in his hand.

Flint straightened up at the sight of him, his mouth opening as if to speak but Kurt interrupted quickly, unable to control his panic.

"Do you have cancer? Are you dying?"

Flint chuckled weakly. "No, I'm not dying."

"You promise?" Kurt prodded further.

"Yes I promise. Now come here, stop looking at me like you're terrified."

But Kurt's lips gave an uncontrollable quiver, the plastic protected plants slipping from his hands onto the floor. Kurt threw himself onto Flint, clutching on to him desperately, sobbing into the dull blue hospital gown.

"Kurt! Kurt, it's okay, don't cry."

"I was scared," Kurt wept into him. "You just collapsed and I didn't know what was wrong. I was so terrified."

"Kurt, shhhh, it's alright. I'm fine, everything is fine," Flint cooed soothingly.

Kurt breathed deeply, regaining his self control and moving away from Flint. He wiped aggressively at his eyes and cheeks, before pulling up a chair and picking up the discarded bouquet, which he twisted nervously between his hands.

"Nice flowers," Flint commented.

"They were what they had in yellow," Kurt explained, handing them to him. "And roses just seemed ridiculous."

"No, I like them," Flint insisted, smelling them lightly before setting them on his bedside table. "Though from you, I might have preferred something a little less taunting as Tulips."

"Stop joking," Kurt bit out. "What's wrong? Are you sick? How come everyone seems to know but me?"

"Okay, just listen. I'll tell you, but only because I guess I have to at this point. I'm not dying, let me just make that clear," Flint took a deep breath before continuing. "I have congenital heart valve disease. When I was born my aortic and pulmonic valves weren't developed correctly so they don't work they way they're supposed too. I've had surgery, several times growing up, for replacement valves. Last time I had surgery I was fourteen, and since my heart wasn't going to be growing much anymore the porcine valves I have were supposed to be good for ten or twelve years. But now I'm here, so something obviously isn't working they way it's suppose to."

Kurt blinked slowly, trying to wrap his head around what had just been said. "I don't understand why you didn't tell me."

"Kurt..."

"This isn't the sort of thing you keep a secret. Do you know how scared that made me? I was terrified and nobody would tell me what was wrong. What if you died? What if...What if you had been so sick that you died and then I wouldn't have known, or been prepared because you didn't tell me."

"Look Kurt, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I scared you, but it's fine. I'm fine, okay?"

"Don't you trust me?" Kurt asked bewildered.

"Of course I trust you Kurt," Flint pushed, insistent. "I trust you more than I trust anyone else. But you have to understand, I have been coddled and protected by my family my entire life. Not playing sports when I was growing up wasn't a decision I made. To many surgeries, to much recovery time. And my parents were scared. Scared what might happen to me on the field. And I get it, I understand why they made those decisions but I was sheltered. And it made me scared. And I know they didn't mean to, but I've spent my life worrying about the "what ifs". What would happen if my heart just stopped working. So I have been coddled, and scared of dying my whole life.

"And I haven't always coped well. I've been depressed and closed off and sad. But you didn't know about any of that. You didn't treat me differently, like I might break any second. And I didn't want you to treat me differently. I didn't want you to put up with me or hang out with me because you felt bad for the kid with the broken heart.

"And people have done that for as long as I can remember. Felt bad because I didn't come out working perfectly like everyone else. My older brother is a Doctor. He's a Doctor working in Chicago, trying to grow a heart from scratch. He's doing that for me. The easiest thing to do would be to just give me a new heart, but my condition is manageable with surgery so I'm not high on anyone's donor list. So he wants to grow me a heart. And he loves what he does, but he's doing it because of me. Not because he wanted to be a doctor when he was seven like everybody else.

"But I met you. And you make me feel... brave, Kurt. You make me not worry about it, and I don't feel scared or uncertain when you're around. And I didn't want to lose that," He released a melancholy kind of laugh, shaking his head. "God, Blaine was right, I am selfish. The truth is I'm kind of a mess Kurt. And you just...he knows you care too much, and you're hearts just too big. And he was pissed I was keeping it from you. That I was wrapping you up in my crazy life under false pretenses. And I didn't want you worrying about it all the time."

"Flint, your in the hospital. How do you expect me not to worry?"

"I don't need you to worry about me. I mean, it's kind of nice, because it proves you care but, don't."

"You thought I didn't care?"

"Well I can't always be sure with you," Flint told him, smiling weakly.

"Well I care," Kurt assured, taking Flint's hand in his own.

"Alright, and how is my favorite boy?" A women entered the room, dark cork screw curls piled up on her head, her face marked sweetly with age and laugh lines.

Flint's smile widened. "Dr. Morgans, my angel, how are you?"

"Disappointed to see you. You know how I worry," She tsked gently. "And who's this? Tell me you have finally wrangled yourself a boyfriend."

Kurt released Flint's hand instantly

"Victoria!" Flint exclaimed, blushing.

"Oh please don't be shy. I've know you since infancy, we can talk about this stuff. I remember him, twelve years old watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and I knew exactly who he wanted to chitty chitty bang bang."

"Please," Flint moaned, covering his face with his hands. "I am begging you to stop, I really can't handle the embarrassment."

"Did you know he had a thing for Dick Van Dyke?" Dr. Morgans asked Kurt. "It was really cute when he was little."

Kurt just smiled, trying to restrain a laugh. "I had heard a rumor about that."

"Doc this is my friend Kurt, Kurt this is my guardian angel, Dr. Victoria Morgans."

"Nice to meet you," She said, shaking Kurt's hand. "I hope your treating my baby well."

"Well...I..." Kurt stuttered.

"Leave it Victoria, he's just my friend. So lay it on me, what's the damage."

"Okay well, it appears that your replacement aortic valve has a small tear in it. Now, me can go in endoscopically and fix the tear but, I highly recommend just replacing the piece all together."

"Come on Doc, more surgery?" Flint whined

"I want to try this time with a Bovine valve. It isn't as commonly done but it will last longer than the porcine and then we won't have to put you under again till you're thirty."

"Recovery time, how long are we talking?"

"Endoscopic," She said, weighing her words. "Maybe two weeks."

"And full replacement is six to eight!" Flint protested.

"You know recovery times varies, and you're young and in very good health so it might only be a month."

"I love you but you are ruining my life," Flint said, letting his head fall into his pillows. "I can't be held up for a month. I'm a teenager, bed rest is not my friend. What about school, and the Warblers? Regional's are coming up."

"Need I remind you that your health takes precedent over anything else."

"What do my parents think?" Flint asked.

"Your parents, think you're in here having your way with this boy."

Flint laughed deeply, before muttering bitterly under his breath,"If only that were true."

.

"And he brought you flowers?" Dr. Morgans cooed, catching sight of them. "Oh that is so sweet."

"Leave him be Doc, we don't have that kind of relationship."

"Can't blame a girl for hoping."

"Can you go distract my parents for a few more minutes?" Flint requested. "There's something I need to clear up with Kurt."

"Okay, behave boys," She said with a wink and left.

"She is the strangest doctor I have ever meet," Kurt said, pleasantly surprised.

"She's been the doctor on my case since I was born. She has preformed all my surgeries, sort of just became part of the family."

"She's big on the boyfriend thing," Kurt commented

"Well," Flint stalled, looking guilty. "I may have already mentioned you to her."

"What?"

"It was no big thing, I was pretty much delirious when I said it so...it's not important"

"Come on, what did you say."

Flint fumbled nervously with the bed sheet. "When they were getting me out of the ambulance I said she better not let me die, cause I hadn't had a chance to win this guy over. And I wasn't leaving the world without getting him to kiss me."

"I will blame that on the lack of oxygen to your brain. You clearly weren't thinking properly."

"Kurt, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want you to treat me differently. And please don't treat me differently now. You make me feel normal and I can't lose that."

"Just...no more lies okay? If you aren't honest with me I don't think I can have any sort of relationship with you. I don't want to feel like your always hiding things from me."

"Okay, honesty, from now on I promise."

"I should go," Kurt mumbled, biting his lip. "You obviously have things you need to discuss with your parents."

"Couldn't you stay?" Flint pleaded. "I'm gonna have to fight them for endoscopic. I'm not having open heart surgery again. I could use you on my side."

"Defiantly not. I'm not going against your parents and your Doctor. You're on your own."

"Fine, but if I'm out of school for a month because you didn't help me I hope you can handle the guilt."

"I'm sure I'll survive," Kurt retorted. "But if you'd like, I'll come by tomorrow to see you."

"I would like that. Very much," Flint confirmed.

"Okay," Kurt promised, standing and moving away from the bed. But Flint grabbed his hand stopping him.

"One more thing. Let Blaine know it wasn't his fault. The push didn't cause the tear. I'm sure he's mopping in his room feeling guilty, so just, let him know for me. It wasn't his fault."

"Alright."

Flint lifted Kurt's hand up to his lips to kiss it softly. "Thank you."

Kurt blushed deeply, pulling his hand away. "I'll see you later," he mumbled, hurrying from the room, clenching his hand self-consciously as he went.

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See, no terminal disease, I couldn't do that, it would be just a smidgen to cliche. But what would I know, this is probably super cliche too :)

Okay. Next chapter won't be so tedious.

Biscotti,

Cleo