"What did you talk to my mom about?" Dave asked Monday morning as he offered to carry Kurt's books for him.

Kurt shrugged, "Stuff."

"Well," Dave smiled, "she's been a lot nicer lately. I mean, don't get me wrong, she still hates your guts, but she hasn't been ignoring me or saying rude things to me."

"That's good," Kurt's worries lifted, Mrs. Karofsky hadn't taken their argument out on Dave. "maybe she's just had an epiphany."

"Well," Dave's glorious smile left his face, "she's still trying to convert me to heterosexualism, but I can deal with that until I turn eight-teen and get my own place."

"It's better than before, I'm guessing?" Kurt wondered.

"A lot," Dave nodded, "I'm just hoping it lasts."

"Me, too." Kurt agreed, "I'll get those, you don't want to be late to class again, thanks though." Kurt took his books from Dave and gave him a quick kiss good-bye.

"See you after school." Dave waved and jogged down the hall, his boyfriend's adoring eyes following him until he turned a corner.

Kurt turned to go to his class and found himself face to face with Blaine, "Hi, Kurt." Blaine linked an arm through his and pulled him along. "Can I show you something?"

Kurt tried to pull his arm away but Blaine had it pinned between them, "Uh, sure." Blaine led him out to the parking lot to where a motorcycle, not unlike Dave's, was parked. Kurt gaped at the vehicle, "How much money did you waste on this, Blaine?"

Blaine beamed at it, "I thought you would want a ride."

"What?" Okay, Blaine was definitely up to something. "What are you trying to do, Blaine? You told me three months ago that you were terrified of motorcycles and now you're buying one?"

"I thought..." Blaine's smile disappeared, "you liked..." He looked confused and Kurt almost did a face-palm.

"Blaine," He sighed, "I don't like Dave just because of his motorcycle. I think you need to let this go."

Blaine dropped his eyes to the ground and ran a hand over his bright red motorcycle, "I'm sorry. It's just, I like you a lot and that's combining with a crap ton of guilt and anger and frustration and I just... I don't like not being with you." He admitted. "It's like losing a lover and a best friend and it sucks so much."

"You don't think about the consequences for your actions." Kurt said, "You cheated on me and did you ever wonder how it might make me feel when I found out?" Blaine didn't answer and Kurt took that as a 'no', "It makes me feel stupid, it makes me feel like I've been so blind, like the only person I ever trusted with my feelings like that, just betrayed me. It hurt, but now I got Dave and I can go back to being happy."

"It only took you a few hours, too." He said resentfully, "You replaced me the very same day."

"Honestly, Blaine," Kurt shook his head slightly, "I think I replaced you a long time ago, when started ignoring me and flirting with Sebastion."

"Flirting?" Blaine crossed his arms, "I was not."

"Well, then, when you were being overly friendly with him." Kurt corrected himself, "Either way, whatever it was that we had, it didn't feel like a relationship anymore."

"That's not how I felt." Blaine disagreed.

"It just wasn't mutual anymore." Kurt explained, "But, I want you to be happy, I want to be your friend again, it's just... Why don't you try and start a relationship with Sebastion?"

"I don't love him." Blaine sounded broken hearted, but Kurt refused to feel guilty this time.

"Blaine," Kurt pleaded, "trust me, you must feel something for him if you would... do that with him. And, I could be gone in a few months, I'm not worth any of this trouble."

Blaine was silent and Kurt started to head back inside. Halfway to the school, Kurt hardly heard as Blaine said, "Yes, you are."

Kurt hurried in through the doors then straight to the girls' bathroom, no one should see him cry.

xXx

Dave met up with Kurt at his locker after school and he could tell that something was definately wrong, "You okay, Kurt?" Dave asked.

"Yeah," Kurt nodded half-heartedly. "let's get to glee club."

Dave took Kurt's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He led Kurt to the choir room as he fiddled with the class ring on Kurt's ring finger.

"I just want to know why we can't do my idea!" Rachel was shouting at Mr. Schue.

"Rachel," Mr. Schue was rubbing his forehead as though he had a headache which he probably did knowing Rachel. "I told you, it's not fair if you're the only one who sings the entire time."

"They can sing the 'ooh's and 'ah's in the background!" Rachel argued. "Don't you want to win."

"Winning isn't everything, Rachel." Quinn said in her soft, angelic voice.

"That's what losers say." Rachel insisted as she stomped to her seat.

"Might I remind you," Kurt spoke up, "we got ourselves to nationals last year without you? You know, after you almost got me suspended?"

"That wasn't my fault!" Rachel crossed her arms, "How did I know that they would find out and blame you?"

"There were more ballots than there were students." Kurt pointed out, "Maybe if you had any common sense then you would have realized how stupid that was."

"Ooh," Santana smirked, "Kurt has his bitch face on today."

"I'm missing something here." Dave was confused, ballots? what did Rachel do last year?

"It's not worth reliving." Kurt rolled his eyes, "Just Rachel being her normal Rachel self."

"Kurt," Rachel looked furious, "I thought you and I were friends now and you're insulting me!"

"Yeah," Kurt settled down in a chair pulling Dave with him. "I realize that."

"Okay," Mr. Schue made a 'calm down' gesture with his hands, "no fighting today."

"Clearly Kurt is in one of his moods today." Rachel muttered bitterly.

Kurt made a face that only Dave saw. He nudged Kurt a little with his elbow, "What's up with you today?"

Any anger on Kurt's face turned to grief and he stood up quickly, "I just don't feel very well, I'm going to go home." He strode out the door before anyone could say anything.

Rachel was out of her seat volunteering 'as leader of the glee club' to go talk to him before he even made it out of the room.

Kurt tried to quicken his pace when he hear Rachel's quick, short footsteps following him down the hallway and then into the girls restroom. How did she keep up with those scrawny legs of hers? Why couldn't she just leave him alone? He was an emotional wreck that day and he wished that she wasn't about to see him cry.

"Kurt," Rachel slowly entered the bathroom where Kurt was turned away from her, silent tears running down his face, "are you all right?"

Kurt nodded quickly, worried that if he talked then Rachel would realize that he was crying. Like a stupid little did he think that he would make it to remission? He wasn't like his mother, he was weak and pathetic. "Go away." Kurt's voice cracked slightly, but it was enough for Rachel to realize that he was crying.

"What happened?" Rachel was suddenly beside him trying to put an arm around him, but Kurt jerked away from her, "What's wrong?" Rachel crossed her arms angrily, starting to get irritated with Kurt's strangely irrational behavior.

"I said, 'go away'." Kurt repeated, "I don't want to talk to anyone right now, I'm fine."

"Kurt," Rachel reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, but he brushed it off. "you need support, you're going through a hard time, you need to keep your friends close, don't push us away."

"I'm not like you Rachel." Kurt's voice didn't waver as he expected it to. "I'm better on my own, I don't need people to help me through every little thing."

Rachel would have been offended that Kurt implied that she was incapable of being independent, but she was too busy selflessly helping him out. "Everybody needs support, Kurt, you aren't an exception."

"Just leave me alone before I throw up on your shoes again." Kurt threatened.

"Please, just let us help you, Kurt." Rachel pleaded, "We can't help you if you don't tell us what's wrong."

"What do you think is wrong?" Kurt shouted at her, "Why do think I'm so upset? Because I have no future now? Because I can't do all of the things that I always dreamed that I would? Or maybe it's just because I'm a patheic, selfish-"

"Don't say those things about yourself!" Rachel couldn't believe that she was hearing those words come out of the mouth of Kurt Hummel, the proudest, most confident boy that she had ever met. The thought that Kurt was being so harsh to himself out loud, was breaking her heart. She wiped at her moistening eyes, "You're strong, Kurt, stronger than people give you credit for. Stronger than you give you credit for."

"I give myself enough credit." Kurt insisted, "More than I deserve sometimes. And now, I'm just going to hurt people when I go." Rachel hated how negative he was being, "And I don't want to go back to chemo next week." His tears returned, "I don't want to get sick or hurt again. If I'm going to die, I would rather die soon without having to go through it again than live another few painful years dreading my next treatment and not being able to do the things I love."

"But we can't change that," Rachel cried, "you'll die if you don't have treatment."

"I'll probably die with the treatment." Kurt insisted.

"But at least you have chance with the chemo!" Rachel voice wavered and her vision was beginning to blur through the tears.

"Well, I don't want it." Kurt said stubbornly as he wiped at his eyes. "It's only going to get worse and one week was bad enough."

Rachel shook her head, "You can't just give up."

"I don't want to hurt anyone." Kurt focused on the wall behind Rachel, "I don't want to hurt Dave." The last part came out as more of a squeak.

"Then let us help you." Rachel begged, "Don't just give up."

Kurt shook his head, "I have to go." He pushed past Rachel and left the bathroom.

Rachel followed after him and pushed open the door, but Kurt was already gone.

xXx

Kurt sat down begrudgingly in his chair in the choir room on Friday. Rachel hadn't mentioned the conversation they had earlier and Kurt hadn't told anyone about his plan to stop getting treatment. Rachel had insisted on singing a song in front of everyone and bounced up to the front of the room.

"I would like to sing a song for Kurt." She directed her attention to Kurt, "I hope you'll change your mind." She nodded to Brad for accompaniment and began to sing:

"So this is how it goes Well I, I would have never known And if it ends today Well I'll still say that you shine brighter than anyone

Now I think we're taking this too far Don't you know that it's not this hard?
Well, it's not this hard

But if you take what's yours and I take mine Must we go there?
Please, not this time, no, not this time

Well this is not your fault But if I'm without you then I will feel so small And if you have to go We'll always know that you shine brighter than anyone does

Now I think we're taking this too far Don't you know that it's not this hard?
Well, it's not this hard

But if you take what's yours and I take mine Must we go there?
Please, not this time, no, not this time

If you run away now Will you come back around?
And if you ran away I'd still wave goodbye Watching you shine bright

Now I think we're taking this too far Don't you know that it's not this hard?
Well, it's not this hard

But if you take what's yours and I take mine Must we go there?
Please, not this time, no, not this time

I'll wave goodbye Watching you shine bright I'll wave goodbye tonight."

And that was all of the encouragement that Kurt needed to decide that he would be at the hospital on Monday morning for his chemo.

xXx

A/N: The song was Brighter by Paramore and it's an amazing song :) Okay, time to go see what my mamma's doin' cya!