Burt scooped Kurt up into his arms and carried him out of the hospital and to his pickup. Kurt leaned against the door of the passenger seat, too exhausted to talk on their way back home so he let Burt do all the talking.

"So, I was thinking that we could take a trip somewhere this summer." Burt suggested.

"Mm-hmm." Kurt hummed quietly.

"Where do you want to go?" Burt wondered.

Kurt knew that Burt was trying to get him to make a bucket list or something, but Kurt thought that it sounded too depressing, "I don't know." Kurt mustered.

"Oh," Burt bit his bottom lip, "well, think about it."

"Okay." Kurt sighed and closed his eyes.

Burt understood that Kurt was tired and stopped talking for the rest of the ride. He had to carry Kurt, who had fallen asleep on the way home, up to his room.

When Mercedes woke Kurt up, she had to help him to sit up. "You look awful, white boy." She remarked.

"Th-thanks." Kurt stuttered.

"Here's your homework." She dropped his worksheets on the bed beside Kurt, "Get to work."

"I can't." Kurt moaned, "I feel horrible, I can't focus." His speech was slowing down and slurring slightly. Day five sucks.

"You okay?" Mercedes asked, concerned.

Kurt nodded and laid back down, "Today w-was the last day for a while, I can get better." He closed his eyes and relaxed.

"You can't sleep until you eat." Mercedes shook Kurt a little.

Kurt groaned and let her sit him back up, leaning against the wall for support. Carole came in to bring him food a little later, Mercedes ended up having to feed him as Kurt refused to move.

Mercedes finally decided that Kurt had eaten enough and laid him back down then pulled the covers over him. "Night, Boo."

Kurt's 'good-night' came out as a jumbled mess of slurred syllables. He drifted off to sleep, looking forward to his recovery.

xXx

Kurt woke up on Monday to someone gently shaking him awake. He groaned a little and tried to wave away the hand, but it caught his own and someone placed a gentle kiss on it. Kurt slowly opened his eyes and smiled up at his boyfriend, "Hey." He sighed.

"Hey," Dave was kneeling beside the bed, grinning down at Kurt. He leaned over to give Kurt a lingering kiss then pulled back. "You coming to school?"

"Oh," Kurt struggled to sit up, "school, I need to..." A sudden intense wave of nausea swept over him.

Dave read his expression and quickly grabbed his garbage can and held it close so that Kurt could lean over and throw up. Dave rubbed Kurt's back as he listened to his gags and retches. Dave left for a second to get a wet wash cloth and waited until Kurt's vomiting stopped to help clean him up a little.

"That must have been attractive." Kurt moaned sarcastically.

Dave chuckled and let Kurt lean into him as he rubbed a hand up and down Kurt's arm. "You are definately not going to school today." He decided.

"I'm fine." Kurt insisted. "I've missed too much all ready." He flicked his legs off of the bed and went to stand up on wobbly legs.

"Woah," Dave wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist to steady him. "Sit back down, you're not going and that's that."

Kurt fell back onto the bed and admitted defeat, "I'm never going to make it out of high school."

"You'll be fine." Dave chuckled, "You're practically a genius, I'll bring your work to you tonight."

"Thanks." Kurt sighed and smiled dreamily at Dave, "Can't wait, I wish it wasn't a school day, I don't want you to go."

"I don't have to." Dave took one of Kurt's hands in his. "They won't miss me."

Kurt shook his head, "You are not skipping again. I'll see you tonight. And don't you dare skip glee, you need to pull your weight."

Dave sighed, "Sorry about that, I'll show up, but I get freaked out when you're not there."

"I'll be back soon." Kurt assured him. "But I don't want Rachel assassinating you for skipping so show up or I will destroy you."

"I'll go," Dave promised, "I don't want to face the wrath of Kurt Hummel, even a bedridden one."

"The bedridden wraths are the worst." Kurt said, "You'd better get going."

Dave gave Kurt a long kiss good-bye that left him breathless and giddy. They said their good-byes and Kurt laid back down and stared at the ceiling. He started considering what he would put on a bucket list if he were to make one. Carole came down to give him his breakfast before she went to work. He got her to bring him a pen and paper, deciding to make his list official, then thanked her and said good-bye.

Kurt began to list the things that he wanted to do:

1. Go to the beach

2. See a musical on Broadway

3. Sky diving, cliff diving, bungee jumping

4. Go to a big concert

5. See an elephant

6. Meet Elton John

7. Go to France

8. Go to L.A.

9. Win nationals

10. Live to be twenty-one

Kurt sighed as he re-read the last one, he didn't want to be negative or anything, but it seemed like the least likely of them all at the time. Regionals would be in a few months and he was dead-set on putting in as much as he could to help them win, despite his current condition preventing him from rigorous dancing. He was certain that they could win if they replaced Rachel's regular solo with one sang by Santana. In Kurt's secret opinion, the fiery latina was the best singer they had, Rachel was mostly just talk.

Most of Kurt's day was spent staring at the ceiling and texting Dave who must have been texting during class.

'Hey beautiful ;)'

'Hey Mr. Suave'

'You okay? not bored are you? i could fix that ;)'

'I don't want to know what you're implying by that. You had better not be texting during History class.'

'Nah its math i'll b ok im gettin an A in it and you know what i was implying, you saw the winky face!'

'Yes. Yes I did.'

'So, how about a BJ when I get there?"

Kurt stared wide-eyed at the text, didn't they talk about this already?

'Ohmigod Kurt that was Azimio, i swear!'

Kurt sighed in relief.

'Okay, but the answer is no.'

'Darn'

'We talked about this, Dave.'

'I was hoping you forgot about that whole abstinence thing'

'We'll talk when you get here.'

Kurt shut his phone and slid it under his pillow. He knew he would have to talk about sex with Dave eventually and it was better to do it sooner than later. He didn't want to avoid the subject and have a repeat of his last relationship. He had the rest of the day to think about what he would say. He dreaded the conversation, but it had to be had.

xXx

Dave was a little worried that he might be in trouble as he set Kurt's homework next to where he sat on the bed. "Are you mad at me?" Dave asked.

"No," Dave was relieved to hear that. Kurt patted the bed beside him and Dave shifted the homework then sat next to him. "I wanted to talk about," He had a pained look on his face as he said, "sex."

"Oh," Dave sighed, that was what he was freaking out about since math class? Sex was his favorite subject. "that's it?"

"What do you mean 'that's it'?" Kurt crossed his arms, "Doesn't it mean anything to you?"

Dave was slightly taken aback, "It does mean something to me."

"What?" Kurt challenged.

Dave took one of Kurt's hands in his, "When you have intercourse with someone, it means you're serious about them." He gave Kurt a little smile, "I thought that we already determined that we were serious about each other."

Kurt dropped his gaze to their hands, "But I am serious about being with you, I just... I'm scared."

"Don't be." Dave gave Kurt's hand a reassuring squeeze, "We won't do anything until you're ready."

Kurt rose his gaze to look into Dave's eyes, "But what about you? I don't want you to have to wait."

Dave chuckled, "I think I'll live without sex. Well, sex with another person at least."

"Dave," Kurt resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the inappropriate joke. "I want to have sex eventually, before I die, I just need some time to get ready... mentally. When I'm ready, you'll know."

Dave nodded, "Sounds like a plan." He leaned in to give Kurt a soft, sweet kiss. "I never want to pressure you into anything that you're not ready for. I'm glad that we had this conversation." He gave Kurt a few more quick, gentle kisses on his cheeks, forehead, and nose.

Kurt let a smile slip, "I'm so thankful for that. I'll try to hurry up for you."

"Don't worry," Dave insisted, "I can wait." He cradled Kurt's face in one hand and ran his thumb across his cheek, "You're worth it."

Kurt's smile grew even bigger and he lept forward to give Dave a tight hug, "I love you so much, David. You're so perfect."

"Nah," Dave wrapped his arms around Kurt, "I'm just in love."

Kurt closed his eyes and snuggled in closer to the warmth of Dave's body. He didn't think that he could be any happier than he was just then. "I love you." He sighed before relaxing and felt himself began to drift off to sleep.

Dave held Kurt against himself and shifted so that they were laying down. He petted his hair and hummed until he heard Kurt's breath slow down and even out. It was hard to believe that this boy in his arms could be dying.

xXx

A/N: Auhg, it's been too long since I've last updated and this one is so short! Sorry about that! Don't forget to review! :D