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Kurt had to miss school all week for his chemotherapy. He didn't know how he would explain why he was going to miss so much school to his friends, but they would all know very soon anyways.
Dr. Benson had him sit on a hospital bed in a private room as she looked for a vein in his arm to put the IV needle. He had felt anxious since his diagnosis and Carole had thought that he wasn't dealing with it properly because he didn't talk about it much. She had been trying to get him to get therapy because she thought he was traumatized or something. He just barely managed to convince her that he was perfectly fine and that she didn't need to worry about him.
"Ready, Kurt?" Dr. Benson asked.
Kurt took a deep breath. From what he read, chemo sucked. He really, really didn't want to do this. He just wanted to forget that he even had Leukemia and leave and go back to school and just let everything go back to normal. So he decided that that was what he wanted to do.
"I don't want to do this, Dr. Benson." He said, reaching for the IV needle.
Dr. Benson grabbed his hand before he could pull the needle out. "You have to sweetheart."
"No, I don't want to," Kurt shook his head and felt tears spring to his eyes, "I just want to go to school and I want everything back to the way it was."
"Kurt," Dr. Benson looked into his eyes, "you will die without this."
"I know," Kurt nodded, he was full on crying now. "and I don't care, I just want to leave."
Dr. Benson thought for a second, "Kurt, I'm going to go get your dad. Promise me that you will stay here and that you won't pull out your IV, you could bleed a lot if your blood is thin."
Kurt nodded silently and Dr. Benson disappeared and appeared a few minutes later with Burt behind her.
"She tells me that you refuse to have your chemo." Burt said.
Kurt nodded again.
"Well, I think you are." Burt insisted. "You already went through radiation, you're not giving up on me now, right?"
"No." Kurt sobbed, "I just don't want to do this. I want to leave."
"But you can't." Burt held one of Kurt's hands, "You have to do this or else you'll..."
"I'm going to die either way, dad." Kurt cried, "If I do this, it will just be slower and more painful."
"But, Kurt," Burt held back his own tears. Why was this happening to his little boy? "you will live if you do this, I promise."
"You promised mom, too." Kurt pointed out tearfully.
"Kurt." Burt's voice faltered and his tears were let free. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
He didn't want to. He would never want to. But now he realized that if he stayed, he wouldn't be staying for himself, he would be staying for his father. That was the motivation he needed to finally say, "I'll do it."
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The internet didn't overexagerate about how exhausted and nauteous chemo made you. Kurt never knew how tired you could get simply by sitting on a hospital bed for four hours.
Kurt had gotten home at around one o'clock and went straight to his room to take a nap. He woke up about an hour later and went into the bathroom to throw up and grab a razor then took it to his father.
"You used to do it for mom." Kurt said as he held the razor out to his father.
Burt sighed, "And you love your hair so much."
"It has to go sometime." Kurt said as he sat down in front of Burt and closed his eyes.
After about fifteen minutes Kurt was staring at himself in the mirror minus a head of hair. Burt walked over to stand behind him, "Now you're definately my son.' He joked and gave Kurt a comforting hug. "Four more days and then you have three weeks to recover." He promised.
"Or to worry about the next treatment." Kurt freed himself from the hug and went back to his room. He grabbed his phone off of his desk and texted Dave, 'I really want to see you after school, could you come over?'.
Kurt was just wondering if his medicine to keep him from getting sick was ever going to kick in when he got Dave's reply, 'Okay, I'm going to blow off glee club, it's no fun without you :('
Kurt smiled for the first time that day, 'That makes me feel so much better.'
'Are you sick?' Dave texted.
'Tired. I'll tell you about it when you get here.' Kurt took a deep breath. He had promised himself that he wasn't going to tell Dave, but after school that day, he broke his promise.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Dave asked as Kurt shut the door to his room. He was wearing a hat to avoid any confusion as to where his hair went.
"Where I was today." Kurt sat on his bed then patted the space beside him for Dave to sit. Dave sat down and looked curiously at Kurt who snuggled into his side. "I was getting chemotherapy." He said quietly.
"What? Like..." Dave seemed to be having a hard time processing this, "what cancer patients have?" Kurt nodded into his side, for once he was glad to have the familiar material of the letterman jacket to comfort him. "Why?"
"Because I have Leukemia." Kurt admitted.
"Oh." Dave whispered. They were still for a few minutes, then Dave laid back onto the bed pulling Kurt with him. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him in as close as possible and let Kurt burry his face in his shoulder. Kurt started to cry and Dave did his best to comfort him by rubbing his back and making 'shh'-ing noises. Somehow, the news made him feel like his world was falling apart. Kurt was dying and all that he could do was hold him.
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A/N: Shooooort! I know. But I've updated five times today with barely any reviews so suck it up!