A/N: so yeah I know this chapter is really short compared to the other ones but well yeah that happens sometimes, I still hope you guys enjoy it though so yeah uhm bye –xx-
Chapter nine.
'so how's it at work?' Burt, Kurt's father asks as he Carole and Kurt are sitting at the dining table. 'oh it's uhm okay, I got a new patient recently' Kurt says as he thinks of Blaine. 'tell me more' Carole says as she started to get curious. 'well it's a guy and-' 'oh a guy' she says smiling. Kurt rolled his eyes. 'he's 20, his birthday is next week and' Kurt stopped abruptly. 'I just know that because I read his file' Kurt says quickly. 'hhm of course' Carole says smiling. 'so you like him?' she says her elbow leaning on the table. 'no, I mean yes, I mean no, yes, as a friend.' Kurt says. 'and what's his name?' she asks. 'Blaine' Kurt said dreamily. Carole giggled softly and held Burt's hand. 'it's nothing, he's just a nice guy' Kurt says. Carole looks at the food on the table. 'dinner?' she ask smiling and they start to eat. During the dessert Kurt get's a phone call. 'Kurt Hummel' he says as he picks up and sees it's the number of the hospital. 'Kurt it's me, Julliet' 'hey' Kurt says smiling. 'I've bad news' she says. Kurt's eyes widen a little and he pushes his chair back so he can stand up. 'sorry' he mouths at Burt and Carole as he leaves the kitchen. 'what's wrong?' Kurt asks. 'it's Blaine, he's hospitalised.' She says. 'what why?' Kurt says his voice higher than normally as he starts to get anxious. 'he called to Miranda this afternoon because he was in much pain, like more than normally so he came to see her and the tumour almost doubled in size' she says. 'what the hell?! How did that happen? He's been at the hospital like yesterday' Kurt said. 'yes but she didn't examine him' Julliet says. 'she didn't?' Kurt was almost yelling now. 'no' Julliet whispered. Kurt cursed under his breath. 'what do we do?' he asks his voice sounding desperate since he knows he can't do anything at the moment, he's in Lima. 'they're going to let him stay the night and start with chemo tomorrow instead of next week' 'they'll start chemo without me?' Kurt says and bites his lip. 'that's the best for now, I'm sorry' she says her voice soft. 'I have to go' she says. 'bye Kurt' she says and hangs up. Kurt lets himself slip down on the ground his back against the wall. He throws his head backwards and hits the wall with a loud bang. 'Kurt?' Carole says from out of the kitchen, he doesn't answer. 'Kurt are you okay?' he still doesn't answer. He closes his eyes and bangs his head against the wall. Fuck. 'Kurt' he opens his eyes as he feels a hand on his shoulder. 'Kurt are you okay' he wants to answer but then he realises he's crying. 'Kurt sweetheart, what happened?' she asks as she kneels beside him. 'remember the patient I just told you about?' 'Blaine?' 'yes' 'what's with him' 'he got hospitalised because his tumour almost doubled in size because my substitute can't keep an eye on my patients while I'm away' Kurt breaths out. 'I'm sure he'll be fine, he's still young and strong' she says and pats his shoulder softly. 'they're starting chemo without me' Kurt says, he sounds desperate and is on the verge of bursting out into tears again.
'Blaine, Blaine stay with us' ''m tired' he mumbles as he closes his eyes. 'I know sweetie but you can't go to sleep now' 'Why not?' he asks while yawning. 'you need to stay awake for a moment or else they can't put in the infuse' Eileen says. 'why would they do that?' he asks. 'because they want to give you medication while you're here' she says. 'I don't want to stay overnight' he whispers. 'I know sweetheart' she says and softly squeezes his hand. 'they'll be here soon and then you can go to sleep' 'hey' Arthur says as he walks into the room and hands Eileen a cup of tea. 'thanks' she says as he smiles at her. Blaine looks at the door as it opens again. 'hi, my name is Emma and I'm going to administer the infusion.' She says and smiles at Blaine. 'are you left or right handed?' 'right? Why?' 'oh then we'll put it in your left hand, that's easier for you' she says. She gets a wimp and puts some liquid on it. She rubs it on his hand. 'that's just to clean it' she says. 'okay are you ready for the prick?' she asks. He nods. 'good' she says and prick the needle in the rug of his hand. 'yup I got one' she says. 'one of what?' she smiles 'one of your veins' 'oh' he says. He looks at his dad and after Emma fixed some more things she speaks again. 'so all done' she says. 'well then, bye' she says and leaves again. Blaine leans back into the pillow and yawns. He looks ay his mom and then at his dad. 'we'll see you tomorrow okay?' he says. 'yeah, night' Blaine says. They both stand up, his mom gives him a kiss on his forehead 'night sweetheart' she says and then steps away to make place for Arthur. 'night Blaine' he says and softly pats his shoulder. As soon as they leave Blaine closes his eyes but for some reason he can't sleep. He looks around the room, there're three other beds but two of them are empty, in the other one is a little girl, Blaine wonders why she's there but she's asleep. He looks at her tiny body that rises and fall every time she breathes in and out. He looks at the ceiling, it's white. Everything is white. He hates it, he hates hospitals and he hates to be there. Now he can totally forget about any role in grease. He sighs softly as he thinks about. He's lucky if he even manages to go and see it. A scary thought goes through his mind. What if he isn't there anymore, what if he died before the play? Then he wouldn't be able to see it, but he needs to see it. He needs to see Rachel as Sandy and see the result. They result from whom they worked so hard for to make it work. He was going to see it, he just needs to see it. Blaine feels his eyelids starting to droop and then he gives in. he feels himself slowly drift away to sleep.