A/N: Sorry bout my lack of updates once again :P okay time to write as I watch Aurther :)
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Kurt settled down on the hospital bed and pressed his earbuds into his ears and turned on his playlist of musical songs.
"Ready?" Dr. Benson asked.
Kurt nodded and bit his lip as Dr. Benson slid the IV needle into his arm.
"Okay, I'll see you in a bit." Dr. Benson gave a little wave and left.
Kurt sat in the hospital bed, listening to music and humming to himself. He was trying not to think too much about the chemicals being pumped into his veins. He had forgotten how boring it was to sit there for four hours and didn't have anything to do other than listen to music and think. Only, thinking made him anxious and that made him miserable.
Dr. Benson came in and out to change Kurt's IV bags every once in a while, until she finally came in and detached the IV then wrapped a bandage around his arm. "You can go, your step-mother is in the waiting room now. We gave her refills of your anti-anxiety medicine and anti-nausea medicine."
"Okay." Kurt gave her a half-smile and left to meet Carole in the waiting room.
"You feeling okay?" Carole asked with a comforting smile.
"Yeah." Kurt sighed.
Carole drove Kurt home and went straight to the kitchen, "You hungry, Kurt?"
"No, I'm fine." Kurt said sluggishly, "I'm just going to go to sleep." He slumped to his room and collapsed onto his bed, falling straight to sleep.
"Ku-urt." Someone poked his face, "Kurty-poo." Kurt opened his eyes then blinked up at Mercedes who held out some textbooks and papers. "Your homework, Mr. Hummel."
"Thanks." Kurt said groggily as he sat up and took the homework from her.
"How did your chemo go?" Mercedes sat on the bed next to Kurt.
"Fine," Kurt sighed and rubbed his aching head. "and how was glee?"
"Good," Mercedes cracked a mischievous smile, "Santana put itching powder on the microphone in the auditorium and Rached grabbed it while she was singing her new solo so now her hands are all red and itchy, it was awesome."
Kurt chuckled a little, "I would have loved to be there."
"Yeah," Mercedes sighed, "it's too bad that you have to miss so much school."
"At least I can keep up on my homework." Kurt opened up one of his textbooks and grabbed his corresponding worksheet.
"I'll take it back to school tomorrow, tell me when you're done." Mercedes said, "I'll be borrowing your super fancy nail polish." She went to grab the nail polish then settled down on the bed to paint her nails.
"So did David do okay without me there?" Kurt asked.
Mercedes observed a bright red nail. "He didn't show up."
"Oh," Kurt sighed, he would have to talk to Dave about whether or not he actually enjoyed glee club. Kurt didn't want Dave just going to glee because he felt like he had an obligation to go there for him. "Sorry, I'll talk to him."
"It's okay, but a lot of the other gleeks were really upset." She told him, "They really want to make it to nationals so they need as many people there as possible. They think that he is sabotaging us."
Kurt stopped scribbling down answers on his science worksheet and gaped at her, "That can't be good, I don't want to think about what Rachel might do if she believes that."
"She's the one who suggested it." Mercedes informed him.
"Why doesn't she trust me enough to know that I wouldn't let Dave in if I didn't know that he wouldn't do anything like that." Kurt crossed his arms.
"I trust your judgement," Mercedes assured him, "and so does Tina and Santana."
"Good." Kurt sighed, "Dave's had enough loneliness for one life, I was hoping that glee would help him find new friends since most of the football and hockey players won't talk to him now. Even his mom started ignoring him, but I think she's talking to him a little now."
"That's horrible," Mercedes frowned, "Dave is so sweet now, how could his mother abandon him?"
"She's very against sins that she doesn't commit herself." Kurt tried to focus back on his homework, but now his anger at Dave's mother was starting to distract him.
"I don't like those kinds of people," Mercedes shook her head, "they give us Christians a bad name."
"Yeah." Kurt finished up his homework in silence and set it next to Mercedes, "That's all of it, I think I'm going to go back to sleep."
"Oh, no you're not." Carole showed up in the doorway with a plate in hand, "You haven't eaten since this morning and you need your strength, especially this week." She handed the plate to Kurt who stared at it as if it offended him.
"Don't use the 'I'm not hungry' excuse." Mercedes rolled her eyes at him, "Eat or else I will steal this nail polish."
"Okay, okay," Kurt said begrudgingly as he picked up his fork, "for my nail polish, that stuff is expensive."
Kurt ate all of his food under the scrutinizing eyes of Carole and Mercedes. Carole took the plate and Kurt lay down drowsily, "Now you can sleep."
"Bye, boo, good luck." Mercedes petted his hair then gave him a kiss on the forehead before grabbing the homework and leaving.
"Night, Kurt." Carole smiled at Kurt who's breathing had become slow and steady then flipped off the light.
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Kurt was sitting in the hospital bed, drawing, when the door opened quickly and Dave raced in, closing the door quietly behind him.
"Dave." Kurt grinned, "Are you supposed to be here?"
Dave shrugged and walked over to the bed, "I don't know, probably not." He eyed the IV attached to Kurt's arm and got a dark look on his face. Why did this have to happen to Kurt? He was such a sweet boy, what did he do to deserve this? Dave shook his head, "You shouldn't be alone." He signaled for Kurt to scoot over and climbed in bed beside Kurt.
"Dr. Benson is going to come in soon to change my IV." Kurt looked over at the almost empty bag, "The saline is next."
"It's fine," Dave shrugged, "at least I get to spend time with you." He snuggled closer.
"Thank you for visiting," Kurt leaned into Dave, taking confort in the thought of his strong arms keeping him safe. "but what about school."
Dave shrugged again, "I skipped."
Kurt crossed his arms, dragging the IV cord with them, "You shouldn't do that. You're risking your grades."
"Oh, well." Dave dismissed the statement, "It's not like I'm going to get into college anyway."
"You don't know that." Kurt insisted.
"Yeah, I do." Dave sighed, "Colleges don't want nutcases, I was put in a mental institution for a few weeks after my suicide attempt."
"Oh," Kurt's stomach clenched at that, he didn't want to think about how alone Dave must have been. "I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry." Dave countered, "I came here to cheer you up and I just upset you again."
"I just wish I could take that all back." Kurt nuzzled his face into Dave's letterman. "I hate to think about how you must have felt. I wish I could have been there for you."
"It's all over now," Dave gave Kurt a kiss on the head, "I'm fine."
"And I'm so happy that you're okay." Kurt lifted his head so that he could look up at Dave who took the oppertunity to kiss Kurt.
Dave took his lips off of Kurt's for a second to say, "And I'm happy that you're going to be okay."
"You don't know that." Kurt mumbled into the next kiss.
"Mmm-hmm." Dave insisted as he swiped his tongue over the inside of Kurt's cheek. "I know, because you are the toughest, most stubborn, little brat I know." He chuckled.
Kurt smiled into the kiss, "Why thank you."
"Kur- oh, uh." Kurt quickly pulled away from the kiss and snapped his head towards the door where Dr. Benson was standing, staring at them.
"Sorry, ma'am." Dave went to get up.
"Oh, stay, stay." Dr. Benson insisted, "I just need to change the IV bag." She continued to follow through on her duty, "Burt doesn't have to know, we wouldn't want any fatalities, would we?"
"Thank you." Kurt smiled appreciably. "I wouldn't want him to break out the shotgun again."
"That would not be ideal." Dr. Benson agreed. "See you later, boys. Watch the IV."
"We will." Kurt promised her.
Dr. Benson left them alone again and Kurt ignored Dave's attempt to go back to kissing and started to finish his drawing. Dave gave him a kicked puppy dog look that could only be rivaled by that of Finn Hudson, then he noticed the drawing, "That's really good." He said, impressed, "Who is it."
Kurt sighed as he stared lovingly down at his half-finished picture, "My mother."
"She was pretty." Dave sensed a touchy subject coming on. He wasn't into all that emotional crap that Kurt was into, but he was willing to listen.
"Yeah." Kurt bit his lip.
"Tell me about her." Dave pried.
"Well," Kurt looked up at the ceiling, "she was the most amazing human being on the face of the planet. She was so sweet to everyone that she ever met, even the ones who drove her crazy. She was funny and brave and beautiful. And she was so strong, whatever crap that life threw at her, she got herself through it."
"She was a lot like you." Dave observed.
"I wish I was even a little like her." Kurt sighed longingly.
"Well," Dave tilted his head, "you just described yourself."
Kurt blushed, "Thank you, Dave, for everything. But, I want you at school tomorrow, and I want you to make it to glee."
"But you're not going to be there." Dave frowned, "I don't want to be anywhere without you." He took one of Kurt's hands, "I want to stay with you until they fix you."
Kurt shook his head, "Life goes on even when I'm not there."
"Not for me it doesn't," Dave insisted, "I was miserable yesterday, I couldn't leave the house after school due to my dad finding out about my F in history."
"That's why you need to be in class now." Kurt pointed out, "I'm almost done." He tapped on the bag of saline. "You can go now."
"I want to stay here." Dave said stubbornly.
"Dave," Kurt shook his head, "you need to make it to history class or else you'll never get to leave your house."
Dave resigned, "One more kiss before I go?"
"Fine." Kurt obliged and gave him a parting kiss. "I love you, David."
"Love you, too." Dave smiled as he slowly got out of the bed and left Kurt to his drawing.
Mercedes woke Kurt up and gave him his homework when she got home from school. She had decided that it was her job to take care of Kurt and that meant that she wouldn't leave his side whenever she didn't have to be somewhere else. Kurt finished his homework, then his dinner, then properly prepared himself for bed, before Mercedes would finally let him sleep.
"Good-night, Boo." Mercedes said softly as she flicked off his light, "I love you."
Kurt hardly got the words, "Love you, too." out of his mouth before he fell asleep.
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Wednesday was when Kurt's anti-nausea meds seemed to stop working. Mercedes woke him up from his nap, as usual, and Kurt's stomach suddenly lurched. He rolled out of bed and just barely made it to the bathroom before emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet.
"Thank God you made it that time." Mercedes sighed.
"I have spared my carpet." Kurt said between gags.
"Oh, Kurt," Kurt felt Mercedes' hand on his back, "poor, poor, Kurt. You okay?"
"I'm fine." Kurt growled. He had said that so many times in the past month, it was starting to lose it's meaning. If Kurt was asked the question, 'are you okay?' the automatic answer would be 'I'm fine'. Sometimes he wondered why people even bothered to ask.
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A/N: Okay, I need to sleep now, nighty night. I'll post this in the morning :) I'm sooooooo excited for a chapter I have planned for later, yaaaaaaay per-meditated chapters!