A/N: So, I got done mowing our ginormous(ish) yard and I wasn't gonna update, but I got to readin reviews and got excited for my next chapter :) so here it is!
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Mercedes giggled quietly as she read a text from Azimio. 'If I received a nickel for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you, I'd have five cents.' She quickly texted back, 'oh really now?' A few seconds later Azimio sent, 'I don't know which is prettier today, the water, the sky or your eyes.' Mercedes let out another series of giggles. 'Where do you get this stuff?' Mercedes wondered. 'Are you lost ma'am? Because heaven is a long way from here.'
Mercedes gave up on trying to change the conversation and just responded with a smiley face. She had been moping that morning, knowing that her best friend was stuck in the hospital getting chemo, but the second that she got home Azimio had texted her a pickup line and cheered her up.
The next time her phone rang she read the newest text, 'Would you like to accompany me to the ice rink next Saturday along with my best friend and his interestingly feminine boyfriend?' Was that him asking her on a date? 'Of course!' She texted back. 'Okay, I will pick you up at twelve next Saturday, milady.'
Mercedes burst into another fit of giggles as she fell backwards onto her bed. Her phone chirped and she looked down to see that she had gotten a text from Kurt, 'Girls' night at six-ish? I'm bored and haven't socialized in hours.' she quickly texted back 'Sure, boo, I'll be there.'
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"Hey Kurty." Brittany pushed open Kurt's door followed by Santana, Quinn, and Sugar.
Kurt set down his magazine and took out his earbuds. "Hey, boo." He smiled. He was sitting on his bed, leaning against the headboard for support.
Eventually, Mercedes, Rachel, and Tina arrived bearing movies. Tina held up her over-watched copy of the Princess Bride, "I brought the movies so you guys can pay for the pizza this time, I just spent a fortune on eye makeup."
"Fine." Kurt rolled his eyes, "But we have to watch the movies up here, I can't stand up at the moment."
"Aww," Mercedes sat on the bed where Santana, Sugar, Brittany, and Quinn were already sitting around Kurt. "Poor, boo."
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Kurt assured her, "No more chemo for three weeks thank goodness."
"I hope you'll feel better by next Saturday." Mercedes said as she watched Tina put in the movie then join them in the bed along with Rachel.
"I should be." Kurt promised.
"I'll order the pizza." Santana offered as she pulled out her cell, "The usual?"
"I'll pay." Sugar held up a hand full of twenty dollar bills.
"Sugar, you don't have to do that." Quinn said to her newest almost-friend.
"Yeah I do," Sugar insisted, "what else would I use it for?"
Santana dialed the number and began to order as the movie began.
Tina sighed as she watched, "I wish Mike was that sweet."
"Dave... tries." Kurt smiled.
"Azimio too." Mercedes said dreamily.
"Finn is..." Rachel searched for the right words, "interesting. Sometimes he can be really sweet, but other times he just says the wrong things at the wrong times."
"That doesn't surprise me." Kurt chuckled, "That boy is a breed all his own."
"So are you going out with Azimio or something?" Santana asked Mercedes.
Mercedes blushed a little just thinking about her possible lover, "Not yet, but he totally asked me out."
"Really?" Quinn asked, "Aren't you worried about his... past behavior?"
Kurt knew that the gleeks might have a hard time accepting Dave and Azimio, but Kurt knew that the boys had changed. Well, Dave had changed, and if Dave trusted Azimio, Kurt did too.
"Trust me," Mercedes giggled, "he is nothing but a gentleman. Look at these texts!" She crawled over to Quinn and they giggled together as she read the messages out loud.
Kurt crossed his arms, "You got 'Are you lost ma'am? Because heaven is a long way from here.'? All I get is 'Did you have lucky charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious!' and 'Are you a pirate? Cause I want cho booty.'"
The girls burst into laughter, "Did he really say that?" Quinn wondered.
"Yeah, through text." Kurt grinned, "That's what I get for telling him that I'm bored, but he definately entertained me."
The doorbell rang and Santana and Brittany went to retrieve the pizza. Kurt was dying to have a piece of pizza, but Santana yanked the box out of his reach. "Don't try to fool us Hummel, Quinn, Britt, and I googled Leukemia. You get Leukemia patient approved food."
Kurt groaned, "Not you too!"
"Yup," Quinn jumped in, "I'm gonna go make you some food that you can eat, don't worry." Quinn left the room, walking slowly as she only just regained her walking ability, leaving them in silence and Kurt staring longingly at everyone else's pizza.
"I hate not eating pizza." Kurt moped. "I didn't even eat it very often to begin with."
"Sorry, Kurty-poo," Santana said, "we aren't going to let you die so close to sectionals."
Oh yeah, sectionals were the next Friday.
"So get a lot of sleep, dolphin." Brittany instructed him.
"I will, boo." Kurt promised.
The girls and Kurt watched the movie and talked until Kurt couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and fell asleep. When he woke up, the girls had left and it was morning. At first he was dreading waking up, but then he realized that he didn't have chemo that morning and was much happier. His legs still refused to hold him up, but he felt a little better already. Maybe it was just psychological.
"Good morning, Kurt." Carole said as she entered, holding a plate. "You look extra happy this morning."
"I am." Kurt grinned, "No chemo today, or this week, or next week."
"I thought you'd be excited about that." She told him as she handed him the plate.
"Yeah," Kurt enthused, "Sectionals on Friday and then I get to go skating with Dave, Azimio, and 'Cedes on Saturday, so I'm pretty psyched."
"Well, I'm glad." Carole said, "Oh, and by the way, David is downstairs talking to your dad while he inconspicuously polishes his gun."
Kurt's eyes widened, "Oh my god! How could you force him to go through something that... horrible! I need to help him!" Kurt tried to get up but stubled into Carole's arms and she sat him back down on the bed.
"Eat first." She ordered then left Kurt to worry about what kind of torture his father was putting his boyfriend through.
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Dave sat awkwardly at the kitchen table across from Burt Hummel who was running a cloth over his shotgun. "Um, sir?" He said politely after a few minutes of silence.
"So," Burt said calmly as he checked the shotgun chamber, confirming Dave's suspicion that it was loaded. "You're dating my son, huh?"
"Er, yes sir." Dave kept being polite despite the fact that he was somewhat terrified for his life.
"Mmmhmmm..." Burt gazed absently at the shotgun. Dave was starting to get the feeling that the shotgun never needed cleaning in the first place. "And what are your intentions towards him?"
Dave never understood that question, what did he expect him to say? 'I just want to have sex with him.'? "Sir, I love Kurt, I assure you that I have no ill intentions, I only want to be with him."
"Physically?" Burt raised a challenging eyebrow.
"Not sexually, sir." Dave said quickly, "But, I just want to be around him, talk to him, watch him. I would never hurt him, sir."
"So are you saying that you aren't sexually attracted to him?" Burt was clearly trying to trap him.
"Of course I am, sir." Dave admitted, "He is the most beautiful person I've ever seen, but I respect him and his body, I wouldn't pressure him into anything that he isn't ready for."
Burt gave him a critical stare for a few seconds though it felt like longer before he finally grunted and nodded showing his approval of the answer. "So why should I trust that you aren't just making up answers to make yourself look more suitable for my son?"
Dave thought about that for a second then replied, "Sir, do you trust Kurt?"
Burt narrowed his eyes, "Of course."
"And Kurt trusts me," Dave pointed out, "so if you trust his judgement, then you should trust me, too."
Burt nodded, "I guess that makes sense." Dave thought that the conversation was over and started to get up, but Burt continued, "And you know about him?"
"Sir?" Dave asked.
"About his," Burt searched for the word for a second, "health."
David sighed, of course he knew. It had been eating at him all week knowing that Kurt was hurting and dying. He couldn't stand the thought that he could lose Kurt so soon. He couldn't stand the fact that he couldn't do a damn thing about it. "Yes, Sir, I am aware of his condition."
"Good," Burt said, "you need to take care of him." Dave gave him a questioning look and Burt explained, "Kurt tends not to tell people things, important things. He doesn't like to bother us, but he doesn't understand that we want to hear about it if anything is wrong. You have to make sure that he gets help if he needs it. If he gets so much as a headache, I want you to tell me. You got that?"
Dave nodded, "I will, sir. I wouldn't want anything to happen to him."
"Thank you." Burt looked slightly relieved as he finally set the shotgun off to the side, "I'm just really worried that we'll miss something. I don't want to lose him, too..."
Dave let his curiosity get the best of him, "'Too', sir?"
"I lost Kurt's mother to Leukemia," Grief flitted across Burt's face, "it took ten years of course, she was tough."
Dave gave Burt a reassuring smile, "And so is Kurt." He told him, "He is the strongest person I've ever met. I know he will get through anything that the world throws at him."
Burt actually cracked a smile at that, "I know, he gets it from his mother of course. Tough as nails, that woman."
"I'm glad that you care so much about your son." Dave said as he stood up. "I know you'll keep him safe, and I'll try to do the same. No one will lay a hand on him and no symptom will go unreported, I promise you."
Burt gave him a brief nod, "Thank you for caring." Dave turned to leave and Burt called after him, "Oh, and if you hurt my boy like that Blaine kid did, I will hunt you down and make sure that you wish you were never born."
That was comforting.
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A/N: Haha this took me so long to write for some reason. Huh, I guess I just wasn't very inspired *Cough* Give me some reviews *cough* ooh I must be sick, I'd better stay away from Kurt ;D
PS: Oh, and I want to come up with a new description, but I don't want to ruin the surprise at the end of chapter 1 for new readers. I'll send virtual hot fudge sundays (Wheat thins for you lactose intolerant and health conscious people) to people who send in some descriptions via PM. THANKS FOR READING!