"He's having a seizure." Santana said calmly as if that kind of thing was normal.
"We see that," Mercedes glared at her, "what do we do?"
Santana knelt on the ground beside Kurt and pushed away the chair that Kurt had been sitting in so that he couldn't accidently hit it. She took off her jacket, rolled it up, and stuck it under his head then rolled him over onto his side tilting his head so that his airway could stay clear. She backed away and sat in a chair and just watched.
"Should we call 9-1-1?" Quinn asked as she wheeled over.
"It's not a medical emergency until it lasts five minutes." Santana said as she examined her nails, "But I guess it can't hurt."
Mercedes took out her cell phone immediately and called for an ambulence. The seizure lasted for almost two minutes before Kurt went still.
xXx
Kurt woke up in the hospital which was never a good sign. Dr. Benson stood over him with her comforting smile and waved as she saw his eyes open.
"Oh, Kurt," She chuckled, "I wish you could have seen how fast your father got here. I think it was a new record."
"Why am I here again?" Kurt groaned, "I'm spending all of next week here."
"Sorry," Dr. Benson sighed, "you can hang out with your friends soon, but you need to stay home for the rest of the day."
"What happened?" Kurt asked.
"You had a seizure." Dr. Benson told him, "Which means the Leukemia had probably spread to your brain."
"That's happy news to wake up to." Kurt said sarcastically.
"Well," Dr. Benson said, "you can get dressed and go home now. Your friends are in the waiting room by the way and they take up too many chairs so feel free to take them with you."
"Okay," Kurt smiled, "thanks."
Kurt got dressed as quickly as he could and speed walked to the waiting room, anxious to get out of the hospital.
"Kurt are you-" Kurt walked right past Rachel as she tried to talk to him.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, let's go." Kurt called back.
"Someone's eager to get home." The sound of his boyfriend's voice made him stop.
"David." Kurt smiled and lept into his arms.
"Thank God you are okay." He sighed and rested his head on Kurt's. "I was about to force that doctor to let me see you."
"It was only about thirty minutes." Santana rolled her eyes and walked towards the exit.
"Thanks for coming San." Kurt grinned.
"Yeah, yeah," Santana replied, "I've been promised movies and pizza so let's go."
Kurt gave a questioning look to Burt who shrugged and pointed at Finn.
Finn nodded and said, "Blaine and I still need to have our 'alternative activity' for the day, so we're gonna chill at our place because you aren't supposed to leave."
"Thanks." Kurt was touched that they gave up their original plans so that they could include him.
"Let's go then." Burt said, "I'm sure that Kurt doesn't want to be here any longer than he has to."
xXx
Kurt was tired of sleeping and sitting down. He desperately needed something to do that involved moving, while watching the movies. "I'm going to make cookies." Kurt decided randomly after figiting through half of Chicago.
"I'm helping." Dave said, sounding strangely thankful for an excuse to leave.
"Was the movie that bad?" Kurt asked when they got to the kitchen.
"No," He said, "Brittany kept whispering stuff about penguins in my ear."
"Oh, creepy." Kurt laughed.
"Yeah." Dave nodded, "And what's your problem?"
"Can't sit still." Kurt searched for his ingredients in the cabinets. Normally he had to climb onto the counters to get things that were too high, but Dave was tall enough to reach everything.
"Is that it?" Dave asked as he retrieved the last ingredient.
"Yeah." Kurt started pouring flour in a bowl as Dave tried to juggle the eggs. "You're going to break one of those, be careful."
"Nuh uh." Dave said as he threw an egg over his head and caught it behind his back, "I am a born juggler."
"I see that." Kurt was only slightly impressed. It took a little more than egg juggling to impress him. "Okay, I need the eggs now."
"Can I break them?" He asked eagerly, "My mom never let me."
Kurt chuckled at his easily amused boyfriend, "Sure."
Kurt stepped aside so that Dave could crack the eggs and dump them into the bowl. They ended up fishing out a couple of shells, but for his first time he did pretty well.
Dave ended up taking over the entire operation as Kurt sat on the counter and watched.
"You know," Dave said as he mixed the batter. "all kinds of sexy things are supposed to happen while baking cookies."
"You're baking them for me," Kurt said, "that's pretty sexy."
"Oh, really?" Dave raised an eyebrow, "I'll stir slower then."
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Okay, I have to do something. I am restless."
"Auhg," Dave cried, "all sorts of nasty things just came to mind."
"Well tell your mind to get out of the gutter." Kurt said as he hopped down from the counter.
"Try this." Dave held out a spoon with batter on it and Kurt licked it off, "See? That was sexy."
"Me eating raw-" Kurt's eyes widened as he remembered that he wasn't supposed to eat anything raw, especially something with raw eggs in it. "Omigosh!" He rushed over to the sink and spat it out then rinsed out his mouth quickly.
"You could have just said you didn't like it." Dave said.
"No," Kurt shook his head and blushed a little, he must have seemed crazy. "it was good, but I'm not supposed to eat raw cookie dough anymore." Although, he had been cheating a little bit. He wasn't supposed to eat food that he didn't see get made or wasn't sure was totally safe and he had devourered anything in site that morning before the seisure.
"Why is that?" Dave asked as he ate some cookie dough.
"I could get sick." Kurt made sure to leave out the whole cancer part.
"That's just a myth." Dave waved a hand. "I've eaten pounds of this stuff and I'm still well."
"Yeah, well, my immune system doesn't exactly do it's job well enough." Kurt began to clean things up as Dave began putting the cookie dough on a pan.
"Why not?" Dave pried.
"I don't know." Kurt shrugged, "Genetics, I guess."
"Your dad seems pretty healthy and I saw him eat some pretty questionable things in the short time I've known him." Dave informed him.
"My mom." Kurt corrected him.
"Oh." Dave got really quiet after that. A few minutes later, the first batch of cookies were in the oven and Dave went over to the sink and rinsed out his mouth.
"What are you doing?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Well I can't have raw cookie dough in my mouth when I kiss you." He said then wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist to pull him close.
"Yeah," Kurt said breathlessly, "I guess that's true."
Dave smiled and leaned down to kiss Kurt. They kissed until they heard someone clear their throat and turned to see Burt standing awkwardly in the doorway.
"I just..." He had a way of looking awkward and like he was going to kill Dave at the same time. "came to get some lunch. Which I will be eating in here." He narrowed his eyes at Dave, "I hope I'm not a bother."
"Of course not Mr. Hummel." Dave said politely and gave Kurt a quick kiss on the forehead before letting him go to check on his hijacked cookies.
Kurt sent an 'I'm going to get you for this' look to his father before continuing to tidy up the kitchen.
Kurt realized that he only had a few more days to keep his secret. He still had no desire for anyone to know, but he had to tell them. He didn't know how he was going to share the news, but he had a little more time to think it up.
Unfortunately, chemo would start the next day.
xXx
A/N: Ahh! The chemo is coming! Poor Kurt, his illness is starting to catch up with him. Okay, reviewz are nice.