A/N: So I'm about to leave for 4 days to see some NASCAR races, I'm gonna try to get a chapter in real fast as I watch Sweeny Todd so that it so it might turn out morbid by accident heheh.
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Kurt sat beside Dave on the edge of Rachel's swimming pool on Saturday afternoon, staring into the crystal clear water. "I don't know about this, I'm gonna drown."
"I'll save you." Dave promised as he nuzzled the side of Kurt's neck.
Kurt giggled and nodded, "Okay, thanks."
Rachel and her dads were out of town and had given them permission to use for the swim lessons that Kurt had been promised. Kurt was wearing ridiculous floaties covered in ducks that Dave insisted looked adorable on him, and his underused, designer swimming trunks. Dave had already gawked at his barely noticeable tattoos and asked his opinion on what he should get tattooed on his bicep, though as it turned out, he was only looking for an excuse to flex his muscles.
"Let's start." Dave lowered himself into the water then pulled Kurt into him. Kurt squeaked at the chill of the water and clung to Dave's neck, wrapping his legs around his waist to keep himself above the water. Dave was thankful that the water was so cold or else Kurt would want to have another talk with him. "No, no, no," Dave pushed Kurt downwards a little, "you have to get in the water to learn how to swim."
"I like it up here thank you very much." Kurt insisted as he rested his head on Dave's bare shoulder and closed his eyes.
"I said I'd teach you," Dave smirked, "so I'm going to teach you!" He slid his hands under Kurt's armpits then threw him across the pool.
Kurt flailed in the air and screamed a little before landing in the water with a splash. He desperately kicked his legs and thrashed his arms around, trying to stay above the water.
Over the splashing, Kurt could hear Dave yelling, "You can touch the bottom, just stand up!"
Kurt calmed down and stood up, "Oh..." He was breathing hard already.
"You okay?" Dave laughed as he approached.
"Yeah," Kurt sighed, "but I don't think that I can learn how to swim if just that makes me run out of breath."
"We can rest for a bit." Dave wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist then pulled him in for a long kiss. When he pulled back, he slowly drifted towards the edge of the pool to set Kurt on it.
"You lucky healthy people." Kurt smiled, "You get to be physically active for extended periods of time."
"You lucky sick people." Dave countered, "You get to not be physically active and have an excuse for it."
"It's so boring to have to just lay there all day," Kurt disagreed, "especially when I'm too tired to do anything yet I can't sleep. Its frustrating."
"Sounds that way." Dave said sympathetically. "That really sucks."
Kurt slid a hand down Dave's arm, admiring the feel of his muscles under his fingers. He knew Dave was strong from all of the times he had been shoved into lockers, but now it made him feel more safe than scared. "But then I get to see you and I can't be bored then."
"Hmmm," Dave hummed and placed a quick peck on the lips, "how could you get bored with my amazing muscles."
Kurt froze, he didn't realize that Dave had noticed his interest. "Oh, I-I, guess so." He blushed a little and looked down.
Dave gently tilted Kurt's head back up, "No shame in that." He pulled himself up next to Kurt and wrapped his arms around him, holding him as close as possible. "How's that?"
Kurt snuggled into his boyfriend's toned body, "That's fantastic."
"I know what you mean." Dave rested his head on Kurt's and took in his chlorine scented hair. He ran a hand down Kurt's side, realizing how skinny Kurt had gotten in the past few months. He could feel each of his ribs and his hand fit around the upper part of Kurt's arm. "Haven't you been eating?" Dave frowned.
"Yeah," Kurt assured him, "it's the keeping it down part that I can't do."
"Oh." Dave felt useless knowing that he couldn't do anything to help. At this rate, Kurt could die from malnourishment before he died from the cancer.
They both sat entangled in silence, both thinking about the same thing. It was the same thing that was always on their minds and when it wasn't, it was slowly edging into it. There was no escape from the constant worry that each boy shared and it seemed to only get worse with each day.
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Kurt couldn't hold anything down. He sat inside one of the stalls in the girl's bathroom, expelling his lunch into the toilet. His whole body was shaking and he was unsuccessfully trying to control his sobbing. He was sweating and, worryingly enough, he wasn't even upset about his hair getting messed up. He had heard that most people believed the nausea was the worst part of the chemo and Kurt was starting to agree. He had nothing left to puke out and all that came out was stomach acid.
Finally, the upheavals ceased and Kurt collapsed on the floor beside the toilet, letting himself finally give in to the crying.
Someone slowly pushed open the door. Kurt knew that someone was just watching him cry like a baby at the moment, but he didn't exactly care. The person took a step towards him then grabbed onto his upper arm to pull him into a sitting position.
Kurt opened his tear blurred eyes to see Coach Beiste kneeling down, looking concerned. "You okay, kid?" She asked.
Kurt had never really talked to Coach Beiste before, it was too bad that the first time he did, it was like this. "F-fine." Kurt tried to get to his feet, but stopped as his stomach lurched again and he just barely made it to the toilet again.
"Come on, kid." Beiste helped Kurt to his feet and led him out of the bathroom. Kurt was so disoriented that he didn't even realize where they were going until he was plopped down in a chair in Mr. Schue's office. Beiste moved a trash can within reach of Kurt just in case, then went to find Mr. Schue.
Kurt gazed blankly at the desk in front of him until he heard footsteps behind him, a hand on his shoulder, someone asking if he was all right.
"Fine." It came out automatically, Kurt hardly even knew that it came out of his own mouth.
"Kurt, look at me." Mr. Schue was saying.
Kurt slowly tilted his head to look at him. "I'm sorry." He muttered, "I'm fine."
"Let's get him something to eat." Beiste suggested, "He was throwing up an awful lot when found him."
Saltines and water were shoved into his hands and he immediately started downing the saltines. He felt like he hadn't eaten in days. He chugged the water, hoping to fend off any impending dehydration.
"Slow down, Kurt." Mr. Schue chuckled, "I called your dad, he's on his way here now."
"Oh," Kurt sighed, "I don't want to pull him away from work. He misses enough of it for me nowadays."
"Well," Beiste put her hands on her hips, "I wanna know what the hell you were doing throwing up like that."
"It wasn't on purpose." Kurt knew what she was thinking and he would never do that to himself.
"You're shaking." Kurt hadn't noticed that Ms. Pilsbury was standing behind him or that he was still shaking pretty badly.
He tried to hold himself still, but he couldn't. He was starting to worry that he might have caught something and he was beginning to get terrified. "Can someone go get Dave for me?" Kurt felt his lower lip quiver but was able to avoid more tears.
"Sheron," Mr. Schue looked over at Beiste, "could you go get David Karofsky and bring him here, I think he's in..."
"Math." Kurt supplied, "Mr. King's."
Beiste nodded and left to fufil her duty. She came back a few minutes later with a worried David.
"Kurt," Dave knelt down in front of Kurt and took one of his hands, "are you okay, babe?"
Kurt nodded and rested his forehead against Dave's, "I'm fine, now."
"You're shaking." He made the same observation as Emma had.
"I'm fine." Kurt repeated, "I just wanted you here. I'm sorry if I interrupted anything." He was suddenly worried that he had sabotaged Dave's grades.
"Math," Dave said with an 'its no big deal' gesture, "I'm glad you got me out."
Kurt smiled and closed his eyes, waiting with Dave for his dad to arrive.
"Kurt, are you okay?" That question had been asked so many times in that short time.
"Yes, yes, I'm all right." Kurt assured him.
"Come on," He waved Dave off then helped Kurt to his feet. "we're going to the hospital."
"Dad, its nothing!" Kurt insisted, "Really, I just threw up a little."
That wasn't good enough for Burt. If he had his way, Kurt would live in a plastic bubble.
Burt thanked Beiste, Shuester, and Emma before prying Kurt away from Dave and ushering him to the car.
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Kurt was fine, just like he said. He was shaking because his blood sugar was so low. The hospital prescribed new anti-nausea meds in hope that they would work a little better. Burt insisted that Kurt be put on bed rest in the living room for the rest of the day and had Finn catering to his every need. Mostly, Finn just sat beside him on the couch and played video games.
Finn was just about to beat the high score on his video game when someone pounded on the door. Kurt went to get up, but Finn made him sit back down then darted to the door. He returned a few seconds later with an upset looking Blaine.
"What's wrong?" Kurt wondered.
"Kurt," Blaine looked devastated, "Sebastion has HIV."
"W-what?" Kurt blinked in surprise.
"He has it and I could have it and..." He gave an apologetic look to Finn. "Finn and I shared needles."
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A/N: Uh-ohhhhh! Review?