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When Kurt's mother was battling her Luekemia, she never showed Kurt any signs of pain. She was always strong and Kurt hadn't even realized she was dying from her sickness. But the day that she died, Kurt had climbed into bed with her in the morning and she looked over at him with tears in her eyes and admitted that 'everything hurts'. She explained to him that she would be going away. When he asked 'how long' she said 'a long time'. He was only eight, but he was smarter than she gave him credit for. He knew she was going to die. That he'd never see her again, and she had died a few hours later with Kurt wrapped securely in her arms.
Now, Kurt knew that he would be dying too. Maybe he might see his mother sooner than he thought.
He was finally crying, sitting on his dad's lap with his arms wrapped around his neck and his face buried in his shoulder. He felt weak. His mother had never cried, so he shouldn't either. But no amount of critisizm towards himself would make his tears stop coming.
"I knew something was up when you didn't show me the letter this morning." Burt sounded like he was close to tears too. Maybe it was because he'd lost Kurt's mother and now he was going to lose Kurt.
"I'm sorry." Kurt sobbed, "I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to tell you, because..." He trailed off.
"It's okay, Kurt." Burt sighed and rested his head on top of Kurt's. He rubbed soothing circles on Kurt's back and trying to calm him down. They stayed like that until Carlole called everyone to dinner. "I'm going to tell them, is that okay?" Burt asked.
Kurt thought for a second. Finn had a girlfriend that he told everything to and that couldn't keep her mouth shut. The whole school would know by daybreak and that included David. David who he'd never tell. Ever. "No, not Finn, please."
"But Kurt," Burt frowned, "he's part of this family, too"
"Dad, please." Kurt begged, "He'll tell Rachel."
Burt seemed to understand, but said, "I'll think about it."
Lucky for Kurt, Burt couldn't speak a word about it to anyone at supper because half of the glee club happened to be there. They had at least four other glee kids for supper almost every night (never on Friday of course unless it was a boyfriend or girlfriend). Tonight, Mike, Puck, Rachel, Tina, Artie, and Quinn, had been downstairs playing video games and hanging out. Kurt was thankful that none of them had went upstairs and saw him while he was crying.
"Thank you Mrs. Hudmel." Artie smiled curtiously at Carole who had made sure that he and Quinn could reach everything.
Kurt helped Quinn out by telling her what was in each bowl or pot set on the counter when she asked. She thanked him and wheeled herself into the dining room. They were lucky that Kurt and Burt just so happened to have a very large table so that everyone could fit. Kurt's mother had always believed that they should always have company for dinner, though that all stopped after she got sick.
Kurt stared at the food that Carole had forcefully put on his plate when he failed to do so himself. He hadn't eaten all day, but he didn't feel hungry. He didn't know whether that was because he was still upset or that the symptoms were already coming.
"Eat." Burt whispered to Kurt who was sitting next to him.
"Okay." Kurt sighed and tried to keep down as much chicken as he could which turned out to be a couple bites.
"Are you okay, Kurt?" Carole asked over everyone elses conversations.
Kurt looked around at all of his socializing friends and nodded. He wondered if Luekemia made you paranoid, because he felt like the gleeks were leaving him out on purpose. He hadn't done anything wrong lately, had he? He couldn't recall because he was suddenly very dizzy, then he heard Rachel's scream and realized that he had puked on her shoes. Secretly, in his head, he decided it was his revenge for her leaving him out.
Kurt felt Burt's hand slide across his shoulders and walked with him to the bathroom where he threw up a few more times. Somewhere during this period of regurgitation, he heard Rachel enter behind him and wash herself off in the bathtub.
When Kurt's barfs had finally subsided he sat up and said, "I would like to issue a 'What happens at Hudmel dinnertimes, stays at Hudmel dinner times' policy."
"I second that." Rachel nodded.
"You okay?" Burt asked. Kurt realized that his little episode had really worried his father and felt guilty.
"I'm fine," Kurt assured him. "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."
"Aren't you hungry?" Burt wondered.
"Dad," Kurt laughed, "after that, no one is going to be hungry."
His father smiled and nodded. "Just... tell me if you're not feeling good for now on. I should take you to the hospital or something, shouldn't I?"
"I'm okay." Kurt's gaze darted over to Rachel who was looking slightly sick herself as she used a generous amount of soap on her legs. "I hope that will teach you not to wear those horrible shoes ever again."
Rachel gasped, "They're adorable!"
"They have bunnies on them." Kurt pointed out.
"I love bunnies." Rachel argued.
"A little too much." Kurt laid back, leaning against a wall.
"You okay?" Burt asked again.
"I'm fine, dad, trust me." The vomiting had actually made him feel a lot better and his dizziness had disappeared.
"Okay." Burt seemed unsure, "You should shower now I guess."
Rachel stepped out of the tub for him.
"Uh," Kurt eyed the tub in mild disgust, "I think I will use the shower upstairs."
"Good choice." Burt grunted.
When Kurt passed the dining room, Carole had cleaned up the puke and everyone was just staring at their food. Tina had disappeared and Kurt guessed that she would be in the upstairs bathroom. She was a sympathy puker.
Tina was sitting on the bathroom floor upstairs, just as he expected. She was shaking and pale as Kurt sat next to her.
"Where's Mike?" Kurt asked. Shouldn't he be there to hold back her hair or something romatic-ish like that?
"I didn't want him to see so I told him to stay." Tina tried to smile, but it turned out all wrong.
"Sorry I made you throw up." Kurt apologized.
"Oh," Tina moaned, "Don't even say the word."
Kurt chuckled and patted her back, "This is the second time today that I've sat on a dirty bathroom floor. I'm taking a shower and sanitizing my clothing whether you leave or not."
So Kurt ended up taking a shower with Tina sitting right outside the curtain.
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When Kurt and Finn had gone to bed and all of the glee kids had left, Burt sat down with Carole in their bedroom.
"I need to tell you something." Burt said somberly. "It's about Kurt."
"Is he sick?" Carole sat on the bed beside Burt and wrapped an arm around his shoulders as if to confort him.
"Yes." Burt nodded, looking down at his knees. Finally, he looked into Carole's eyes and said, "Leukemia, I guess he's more like his mother than I thought."
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"I was starting to think that I was just a one night stand." David chuckled as he let Kurt into his house.
"Of course you aren't," Kurt replied, "you're a two night stand, duh."
"I must be different, huh?" Dave looked down at Kurt who was at least half a foot shorter than him.
"Totally." Kurt sighed.
"You hear anything from the cheating bastard yet?" David asked.
Kurt had forgotten about Blaine and the e-mail. He hadn't checked his e-mail for a reply or even his phone for a text. Where was his phone even at? "Not yet."
"Good," David bent down to give Kurt's foreheadd a little kiss, "I don't know where to hide his body yet."
"Please don't pick a fight with him, Dave." Kurt pleaded.
"Well," David replied, "if doesn't go back to that fancy boarding school of his..."
"Blaine has just as much of a right to be at McKinley as us." Kurt insisted, "He had friends there, too."
"Are you saying you want him there?" David asked.
"No," Kurt answered, "But I can't do anything about it."
"Well," David was desperate to change the subject, "what do you want to do?"
"How about..." Kurt tilted his head to one side to think, "We could just walk somewhere." He suggested.
Dave's face suddenly brightened, "I have a better idea." He grabbed Kurt's hand and led him into the garage, "This, is why I was popular at the high school." He said as he motioned to a black motorcycle occupying one parking space in the garage.
"Oh. My. God." Kurt gaped. "If you think I'm getting on that thing you're sadly mistaken."
"I have helmets." David assured him.
"Because that will keep me from dying when I hit the pavement at a hundred miles per hour." Kurt said sarcastically.
"I'll drive slow." Dave offered. "You can wear my leather jacket."
Kurt was thinking of a billion excuses to make to not get on the motorcycle. He'd been quite terrified of them ever since his dad showed him slides of motorcycle accident victims when he got afraid that Kurt might date a bad boy. He had a billion reasons not to get on the dathtrap, but it only took one reason for him to find himself pulling on Dave's far too big jacket and helmet and to accept the ride.
It's not like he had a lot of high quality like left ahead of him.
Kurt was worried that he might accidently squeeze all of the air out of Dave as he wrapped his arms around him as tight as possible.
"Jeeze," David's chuckle was muffled by his helmet, "don't be so freaked out."
"I can't help it." Kurt muttered, "My dad traumatized me with disturbing pictures of motorcycle accident victims a few months ago."
"Well," Dave said as he started the motorcycle, "I've never been in an accident before, if that helps."
"Good." Kurt sighed in relief, just starting to feel a little more confident about the ride.
"But," Dave said, sounding a little unsure. "I've never had a passenger before either." Kurt knew he was messing with him, but that knowlege didn't help as his fear returned back to it's former intensity.
"David!" Kurt's voice was drowned out by the sound of the motorcyle at Dave sped out of the garage and into the street.
Every time they made a turn Kurt just knew that he would fall off. Dave had definately lied about going slow and would probably never hear the end of it.
Kurt knew David probably couldn't hear his screams and threats, but it seemed like they encouraged him to go faster somehow. After what felt like forever, David finally pulled into a parking lot.
"-I know where you live now so I will!" Kurt was yelling as Dave stopped the engine. "Ohmygod!" He jumped off of the motorcycle and fell over onto the ground. "Thank goodness!"
Dave laughed and calmly took off his helmet before geting off the motorcyle. "It wasn't that bad."
Kurt tried to stand up, but he felt like he was still moving. "I will destroy you as soon as I can stand back up!" Kurt threatened.
David smiled and helped him get to his feet. "That feeling goes away soon." He pulled Kurt's helmet off and smoothed down stray hairs.
"Oh, my hair." Kurt groaned, "Is it horrible?"
It looked perfect to Dave. Kurt looked perfect all the time. "It's amazing." David smiled.
"I don't believe you." Kurt insisted and turned around to find a reflective surface. "Ice cream?" He said as he realized where they were.
"Sounds like a second date kind of thing." David didn't know why he was blushing. He hoped that Kurt wasn't lactose intolerant... oh wait, of course he wasn't. David had stalked- uh, watched him at a distance... and Kurt and Mercedes got ice cream together every Sunday to discuss stuff that happened throughout the week.
"Great," Kurt started for the door, "I'm starving."
David insisted on buying the ice cream (and other foods for Kurt who was apparently ravinous) and they sat in a booth by the window. David had never seen Kurt eat something so fast, especially a hamburger seeing as he avoided red meats.
"Sorry." Kurt looked up at David and blushed, "I havn't eaten for a while."
"Are you starving yourself or something?" Dave raised an eyebrow.
"Wasn't feeling well." Kurt sighed, "And It'll be worse after this greasy food."
"I hope you're not sick," Dave said, "I made out with you yesterday."
They hadn't really talked about whether or not they were actually dating. Kurt had just assumed that they were. A kiss to Kurt might hold a higher emotional value than one to Dave. But today, Dave had given him a kiss. Even though it was on the forehead, it was still a kiss.
"Kurt," Dave said, "I was wondering if we're..."
Kurt immediately knew what he was talking about. This was sort of an awkward subject, but Kurt was confident that Dave liked him back. He had admitted his feelings for him on Valentine's day, just before... that horrible thing happened, and Dave was put in the hospital. "Dating?" Kurt finished for him.
"Yeah." Dave nodded.
"I thought so." Kurt looked down at his hands. If he was so confident, why did he feel nervous?
"Then yes?" David's serious expression faded into an adorable smile.
"Yes." Kurt returned the smile.
David took Kurt's hand in his and leaned across the table to give Kurt a kiss. This time the kiss was a little longer and actually on the lips.
When Dave pulled back again he looked calmer than Kurt had ever seen him. Kurt realized that that was the first time Dave had shown a public display of affection with another boy. He'd come a long way from the homophopic bully that Kurt once knew and Kurt was proud of him for it. He was so happy to see Dave so happy. So happy, in fact, that he forgot to be scared on the ride back home.
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A/N: So, I'm really excited for this fic now :) there wasn't too much stuff about cancer in this chapter because I like to focus on happy things too, but you can bet yourself that there will be some angst later on :( but also Dave and Kurt :D but also Blaine :O and singing! 8D Review so that I can grow to be big and strong and healthy!