"Cancer?"
Sebastian snapped to attention at Blaine's question. Blaine's expression was horrified. "Do you think...does Kurt-"
Sebastian could hear the sound of Burt talking, but couldn't make out the words. He grabbed his phone back and put it on speakerphone. "Burt- cancer?"
"Yeah," replied Burt. "Kurt's mom had a brain tumor. And it sounds like Kurt has one too."
The phone slipped out of Sebastian's numb hands. He vaguely registered Blaine moving to pick up the phone, but couldn't hear anything over the word "cancer" echoing inside his head. His Kurt- his best friend, his lover, his husband of seven years- had cancer.
This wasn't supposed to happen, he thought. Kurt was supposed to be young and healthy. He was supposed to become a famous designer and live a long, utterly fabulous life. They were supposed to eventually have a kid- maybe through adoption, maybe through surrogacy. They were supposed to grow old together. They were supposed to have a future together.
And now, that might not happen.
Sebastian felt himself tearing up. It was only when Blaine wrapped a tentative arm around his shoulders that he started crying, burying his face into Blaine's sweater.
He wasn't sure how long he cried, but eventually his tears dried up. He sniffled, reaching up to rub his eyes.
Blaine got up, and returned a few seconds later with a tissue box, which he handed to Sebastian. Sebastian took a tissue and blew his nose, then wadded up the tissue and put it on the coffee table.
"Hey, Seb?"
"Yeah?" Sebastian choked out in a watery voice.
"Do you want to sleep in separate rooms, or do you want to share a bed?" asked Blaine
"What?" Sebastian replied confusedly.
"You're staying here tonight," said Blaine determinedly. "So do you want us to sleep in separate rooms, or do you want to share a bed? I'll be honest, you kinda look like the second option would be better."
"Yeah, okay," said Sebastian. "We'll share." And I'll try not to cry myself to sleep, he thought.