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Kurt flinched as he poked one of the six permenant black dots on his chest. They were small enough not to worry about, but big enough to notice. He made a mental note not to take his shirt off in front of anyone in case they though that he was joining some kind of gang.
He looked over to see his pants folded on the counter and dug through them for his cell phone. Dr. Benson had left to talk to Burt about caring for Kurt's leukemia, she had already lectured him on what to or not to eat and why he should avoid sick people and germs. He had a text from Dave, 'Are you going to show up to your own party? How long is this father son bonding time going to go on? The girls keep asking weird questions.'
Kurt chuckled, trust the girls to do that to poor Dave. He sent back, 'Not sure, I'll be back soon I'm sure.'
A few seconds later he recieved a reply, 'What are you wearing?' Kurt was only confused for a second.
'Pants. That good enough for you 'cedes?' Mercedes must have gotten a hold of the cell phone.
The reply came in just before Dr. Benson poked her head in to dismis him, 'Sorry, that was your black friend... is that all your wearing? Can I join you?'
Kurt laughed, 'perve!'
He got dressed and followed his father to the car. He looked down at his newest text as he got into the passenger seat, 'It's not perverted if it's my boyfriend I'm saying it to :P' Kurt rolled his eyes, 'Yes it is! I'm on my way, just backhand the girls if they get too mean.' He sent back. Dave texted back, ':O Meany pants!'. Kurt smiled and slipped his phone back into his pocket.
"Kurt?" Burt said quietly after almost five minutes of silence.
"Yeah?" Kurt knew the Talk was coming. He didn't know if it was the boyfriend talk or the cancer talk, but either way it was going to be terrifying.
Burt didn't take his eyes off of the road, but Kurt didn't have to look into them to know that they were full of greif. Cancer talk. "I want you to be careful, okay?"
"Oh, uh..." Kurt tilted his head at his father. He felt horrible for making his dad go through this again, but there was nothing that he could do now. "I will be."
"Don't eat anything raw, don't drink after anyone, don't go anywhere near a sick person." Burt ordered.
"Well, why don't you just quarrentine me?" Kurt meant it as a joke, but Burt wasn't in the mood.
"I'm serious, Kurt." They pulled into their driveway and Kurt went to open the door, but Burt put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "I don't want to lose you, too."
"Dad," Kurt gave him a reassuring look, "I'll be fine, I'm not even sick yet."
"Yet." Burt whispered, "That's the problem, it's coming and you won't be able to handle it."
"I'm stronger than I look, dad." Kurt put a conforting hand on his father's forearm, "It took ten years for cancer to get mom, I will fight just as hard."
"But, you're younger and smaller," Burt shook his head, "what if you can't fight it?"
"I can and I will." Kurt promised, "I'll be fine."
Burt let out a long sigh, "I just really love you, Kurt."
Kurt felt tears come to his eyes, "I love you too, daddy."
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Kurt had wiped away his tears and any trace that they had ever even fallen before he went inside. Dave sprinted over to him immediately and gave him a huge hug, "Oh thank God! They were about to do my nails! It was madness! Madness I say!"
Kurt laughed at his terrified boyfriend, "Aww, poor Davey!"
"Kurt!" Mercedes and Rachel marched over to him.
Mercedes stopped in front of him and put her hands on her hips, "Your boyfriend is not girly enough to be gay!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Not all gay guys are feminine."
"Just the cool ones." Rachel muttered, "Let's watch Hairspray now, we need to start practicing my- I mean our duet."
"Just stop harassing my boyfriend." Kurt scolded them.
In the livingroom Tina, Brittany, Quinn, and Sugar were sitting on the couch. Kurt didn't remember inviting anyone other than Rachel and Mercedes and Dave, but he didn't mind.
There was no room left on the couch so Kurt and Dave sat on the floor. Mercedes started the movie and Rachel began singing along to Good Morning Baltimore. Kurt would have joined in if he hadn't suddenly realized that he was actually pretty enhausted. He didn't know if it was just psychological or the fatigue was kicking in, but it wasn't supposed to happen until almost a week into radiation treatment. He lay down with his head resting on Dave's lap and resisted sleep as his boyfriend petted his hair and watched the movie intently.
"Someone had a little too much father son time today." Dave chuckled, "What did you do?"
"Garage." Kurt muttered simply as he felt himself slipping away.
"Hmmm." Dave sounded mesmorized by something, but Kurt didn't bother to look up to see what it was. The next thing that Kurt heard was, "Az would love this movie."
Kurt lifted up his head and looked over to see the credits rolling across the screen.
"Okay, Kurt," Dave sighed and prodded Kurt who was still laying his head in his lap, "I have to go so it's wake up time."
Kurt moaned and burried his head in Dave's lap. "Tired, not getting up."
"There's only one reason for your head to be that close to my crotch." That got Kurt up, but he still leant against Dave's shoulder groggily. "Now, if I stand up you'll fall on your face."
"Then don't get up." Kurt mumbled. "I need sleep."
"Okay, fine." Dave slipped an arm under Kurt's knees and another under his torso and lifted him up bridal style.
"David!" Kurt squeaked, now wide awake. "Put me down!"
"I'm just taking you to your room." Dave laughed, "Calm down."
Kurt relaxed in his arms a little as he was carried to his bedroom and set on his bed. "Thanks." Kurt yawned as he snuggled into the comfortable bed.
"Yup." Dave pulled the covers over him and gave him a kiss on the forehead, "Good night, Kurt."
Kurt was asleep even before Dave turned out the lights and watched his sleeping boyfriend for a few moments before leaving for home.
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Kurt wondered into the bathroom and opened medicine cabinet to get his meds. They weren't in their usual place to the right. Kurt shifted through the various bottles of pills and hair and skin care products; his pills weren't there.
"Finn!" He yelled then ran into the kitchen where his brother was innocently eating breakfast with Burt and Carole.
"Hey, Kurt," Finn smiled. Kurt hated to ruin his good mood by calling him out in front of their parents, but those pills were kinda important.
"Finn," Kurt put his hands on his hips, "did you take the orange pill bottle from the bathroom?"
Burt immediately looked worried. Finn tried to act innocent, "No, did you check your room?"
"Don't lie to me, Finn." Kurt glared, "You were digging through the medicine cabinet the other night, did you take the pills?"
"What?" Carole joined in, "Why were you going through there?"
"Why do you care?" Finn was suddenly very grumpy and slouched down in his seat.
"I need those pills, Finn." Kurt crossed his arms.
"What? Are you addicted?" Finn sneered.
"What has been wrong with you lately?" Carole asked.
"Nothing!" Finn stood up with enough force to knock his chair over.
"You pushed Rachel down," Carole shook her head, "you yelled at us, you have been talking back and acting out. I'm worried about you, Finn."
"No, you're worried about Kurt." Finn said loudly, "You're always worried about him, who cares about me and what I'm... You don't care about me so stop pretending!"
"Finn-" Carole said pleadingly.
"No," Finn narrowed his eyes, "I don't want to talk to any of you. Just leave me alone and worry about your favorite son." With that, he stormed out of the house.
"Kurt," Burt said calmly, "I'll get you more pills today."
"I'm going to go talk to him." Carole looked like she was about to cry.
"No," Kurt grabbed his bag, "let me."
Carole surprisingly didn't follow him out. Kurt found Finn in the driver seat of the Navigator on the verge of tears and got into the passenger seat.
"I said I didn't want to talk to you." Finn muttered, staring straight out the windshield.
"I didn't give you the option." Kurt sassed, "You really upset Carole."
"I'm sorry I can't be the perfect son like you." Finn growled.
Kurt did a double take, "Perfect son? That's always been you, I promise. I mean, no one dreams of having a gay son while almost everyone wants a kid who's quarterback of the football team and most popular boy in school. You're the jackpot of sons, I'm the weird accident that makes family dinners awkward."
"Then why do the ignore me?" Finn seemed to be cooling down. "Why don't they care?"
"They do care, Finn." Kurt put a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder, "Otherwise they wouldn't be so concerned about your behavior lately."
"I guess so." Finn admitted, "At least I beat the gay son."
"Wow, thanks, Finn." Kurt said sarcastically, "So, I'm still driving, right?"
Finn closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I've been taking steroids." He blurted out.
Somehow, Kurt had seen that coming.
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A/N: Yeah, I made it a little obvious :P Whatevs, I think I'll start the next chapter as long as I'm not inturrupted by little kids again. WHY DO THEY LOVE ME? Okay, review please?