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Kurt fought the urge to scream as he was put into an MRI machine. He wasn't claustrophobic, but he was extremely terrified to be stuffed in such a tight space. He had been ordered not to move or else the picture would get distorted and the scan would take longer. The first thing he noticed was how loud the machine was. He had been offered ear plugs but he declined, not realizing that the MRI was going to be so loud and take so long.
Before they left to go to the hospital Burt had spent almost an hour trying to convince Kurt that an MRI doesn't hurt. Kurt had refused to believe his father under the pretenses that most of his MRIs were performed on him while he was in a coma and the other was right after he got out of that coma. Burt then proceeded to tell Kurt about all of the stupid things he had done as a kid that ended in MRIs. Finally, Kurt had decided that maybe his father knew what he was talking about.
Over the deafening whir of the machine, Kurt swore that he could hear someone saying, "Quit moving, Kurt. We will sedate you if we have to!"
Kurt stayed as still as he possibly could and found himself drifting off to sleep. He woke up, still in the MRI, and wondered how long it had been. He didn't like losing track of time, it made him anxious. He considered trying to ask for the time, but he didn't want to have to stay in the MRI for even longer and he didn't know if anyone could hear him.
Kurt's thoughts drifted all over the place. The MRIs on House were never that loud. What if they found a tumor? What would they do about it? Was he going to miss the shopping trip he had planned with Mercedes? It was Friday night and he was the lame teenager who spent it in the hospital getting an MRI instead of out with his friends. What was up with Finn and Blaine anyways? Didn't Rory say that his Irish friends were going to be at glee on Monday? I wonder if I can get them to smuggle me in a kilt...
The whirring began to die down and soon Kurt was looking up at a nurse who helped him up.
Kurt waited with his father and Carole in a hospital room. He was thankful for the privacy, he did not want to be seen wearing a hospital gown in public. Yuck.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of awkward silence, a woman strode into the room.
Burt stood up and looked at the woman impatiently, "What's wrong?" He growled.
"Nothing actually." The woman smiled, "We didn't find anything unusual. He doesn't have any tumors benign or otherwise."
Burt, Carole, and Kurt all let out relieved sighs. Maybe Kurt had a chance.
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Kurt hurried to Mercedes' house to pick her up for their shopping trip. As his best friend got into the car she held up two tickets.
"Change of plans, white boy," She smirked, "we're going to McKinley."
"What makes you think I'll give up shopping to go to that hell-hole?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Your boyfriend skating and hitting other guys with a stick." Mercedes answered as she waved the tickets in front of Kurt's face. "There's a hockey game tonight."
"Ooh," Kurt grabbed a ticked from Mercedes, "I have to see that!"
He had never been to a hockey game before. He didn't even know that McKinley had an ice rink. He had forgotten all about David's favorite sport and hadn't realized until that day just how much he wanted to see his boyfriend ice skate. He sort of expected the hockey players to be graceful and do spins and jumps and all of those figure skating moves. Man, was he wrong.
"Uh..." Kurt and Mercedes were sitting on the bleachers staring wide-eyed at the hockey match where it seemed like a free-for-all deathmatch. The scariest part was the fact that David could just plow through all of the other players like nobodies buisness and even his own team seemed scared of him. Kurt hoped that he wacked them with his hockey stick whenever they tried to give him a hard time about his sexuality.
"'Uh', indeed." Mercedes said.
"I don't think this is a safe game." Kurt gasped as Rick "the Stick" Johnson was thrown into a wall and collapsed to the ground.
"Well don't you go tryin' to make your man quit now." Mercedes said, "Guys don't like it when you try to change them."
"Might I remind you of my gender?" Kurt was only slightly offended.
"Oh," Mercedes waved a hand, "you know what I mean!"
"I won't make him quit..." Kurt considered it though. He didn't know what he would do if David got hurt or worse, killed.
Mercedes seemed to notice Kurt's worrying, "Don't worry, you can kiss his owies all better after the match." She smiled suggestively.
"You need a boyfriend." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Do you have one for me?" Mercedes sassed.
"Every time I try to set you up with someone, you call me racist." Kurt pointed out.
"Nuh-uh!" Mercedes argued.
"When I try to set you up with a black person then I'm anti-interacial dating and when I try to set you up with a white person you think that I'm trying to say that black guys aren't good enough." Kurt explained.
"Well," Mercedes huffed, "maybe you should try Asians and Mexicans. I would like to have someone like Mike, he's so adorable!"
"And he's so taken!" Kurt and Mercedes looked up to see Tina and Mike standing beside them.
"Oh," Mercedes blushed, "sorry Tina." Kurt burst out laughing as Mercedes patted the seat beside her, "Sit here."
"Don't you hit on my man!" Tina joked. Mike looked slightly scared, but mostly just amused.
"Uhg," Mercedes hid her head in her hands, "I can't believe you heard that! Stop laughing, Kurt, it's not that funny!"
Kurt pulled himself together other than a few giggles that escaped him every once in a while.
"What are you two doing here anyways?" Mike asked.
Kurt looked for his boyfriend on the ice, "Dave is playing."
"Oh, yeah." Mike said thoughtfully.
"And you?" Mercedes wondered.
"Mike's cousin is on the team," Tina informed them, "we come to every match."
"Well now you're not alone." Mercedes beamed, "I assume that Kurt will be here every match now, too, and I am not missing out on seeing him drool over his boyfriend."
"Great." Mike searched the ice for his cousin, "It gets boring sometimes."
"That's hard to believe." Kurt flinched as someone was hit with the puck. "Ouch."
"At away matches the coaches are a little more strict." Mike explained.
The four friends spent the rest of the match talking about different subjects and cringing whenever a major injury occurred. After the match, Kurt told Mercedes that he was going to go talk to Dave and she decided to get a ride with Tina and Mike.
Kurt waited until everyone had left the bleachers before he made any move to go talk to Dave. All of the hockey boys had gone to the locker room except for David who stayed out on the eyes and skated around the rink.
Kurt hurried down the bleachers, making enough noise for Dave to hear him coming. His boyfriend looked up to see him stepping carefully onto the ice and gave him a bright smile.
Dave skated over to Kurt quickly and surprisingly gracefully. "Hey, Kurt." He said shyly.
"Good game." Kurt would have given Dave a hug if he weren't so scared that he might slip.
"Thanks." Dave gave Kurt a quick peck on the lips. "I thought I heard you making fun of Rick's mullet."
"Not only is he a ginger, but he has a mullet, too!" Kurt said.
Dave chuckled and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. Kurt held on to his boyfriend for dear life, worried that if one of them slipped, then they both slipped. He wasn't so worried about the fall as he was about being crushed by the much larger hockey player.
"If you fall on me I'll-" Kurt was cut off with a much longer kiss that made him light-headed.
Dave pulled back and stared into Kurt's eyes, "You're so beautiful." He gave him one more quick kiss on the lips.
"Thank you." Kurt sighed contently.
"I love you." Dave smiled sheepily.
Kurt didn't know exactly how to reply to that. 'I love you' was probably the best choice, and it would have been true but... what if he died soon? He hadn't really thought about his death hurting Dave as well. By returning Dave's proclomation of love, he was committing completely to their relationship. Deepening it even. Bringing David closer to him, knowing that, in the end, it would only hurt him even more than if Kurt just broke up with him right then and there.
"I love you, too." Kurt smiled back at him.
He couldn't say that he was proud.
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A/N: Okay, nighty, night time :) I'm hoping to right a few more chapters tomorrow, AFTER I finish my paper for English of course! Reviews por favor? Merci :)