So, honestly, as much as I want to stamp my feet and demand/beg/or even try to bribe people for reviews on my work, I have to admit that right now with this fic I really am writing it because I love writing it. If other people don't love it as well that's no one's fault, I just have to keep writing because I love writing.Also, check out this amazing fic I found by searching for the writer: weconsortwithstars (or Tumblr name: likelovelikesuicide)

Chapter Three

Made a wrong turn, once or twice

Blaine glanced at the bags of brown rice that were stacked on top of one another, brown rice had been one of those things he had been advised to serve and whereas Blaine really liked the softness of the nice white rice, he would change anything if it meant keeping Kurt. Blaine smiled at Kurt as the brunette started fiddling with the boxes of tea bags. "You finding everything okay? Pick me up some green tea?" he asked as Kurt shot him a playful look.

"Why didn't you tell me about the selection they have here? Kurt asked as he picked up a box of spiced ginger tea, he handed that and the simple green tea to Blaine.

Blaine put the green tea in the basket he was carrying and then stared at the tea that Kurt had chosen.

Spicy? What did spicy mean? Was spicy going to hurt Kurt? To irritate his condition? To make it worse? He stood there and read the instructions, tapping his finger on them and seeing Kurt looking him over.

Blaine had managed to get changed, clean his face, and apply gel so he looked like high school Blaine Anderson again, he had even put on a black cotton vest, red and white checked shirt, and red capri pants with a black bow tie to finish off the outfit. He looked dapper and cute, but before he had looked like a broken sex god. Kurt had never really seen him in that state before.

"Blaine…" Kurt said softly, "If it's about the cost…"

Blaine looked up in surprise as he finally admitted that he might be acting in an overprotective manner and put the box of tea bags in the basket. It said healthy, relaxing, and decaf so hopefully that meant that Kurt would be fine. "No," he said softly, "I just wanted to see what ingredients it had. So…you fancy spicy food? I was thinking of doing some whole grain type of chow mien or something…but we could try a curry or even Mexican food."

Kurt sighed loudly from exhaustion as he took a few steps away from Blaine. Blaine flinched as he felt that Kurt might want to yell at him. He couldn't allow Kurt to feel that aggression with his body. If Kurt was to faint again…

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be getting angry with you," Kurt said as he looked back, "I'm sorry Blaine."

He came over and slipped his hand into Blaine's and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. "I wish you had other things to worry about, I like our relationship being a bit of give and take, but sometimes I get too preoccupied with myself to think. I've actually been feeling a little better lately, but god…this last month has been hell and I'm sorry Blaine."

Blaine nodded, "I'm too worried, I know. How about we do chow mien for tonight and we can limit the noodles and only put chicken in it?" he asked as Kurt kissed his neck.

"Good choice," Kurt grinned as Blaine gazed down at him before something caught their attention. A man dressed completely with tight black and white leather who was resting against a pole in the store. Kurt definitely had to admit that with that skimpy outfit the man looked like he could strip in the store and probably ask for money to fulfill male fantasies.

Blaine however was horrified, he had been shopping with Kurt and trying to decide how to best take care of the love of his life, he did not need to see his coworker there as well with his spiky blonde hair.

"Eric?" he smiled as he approached Blaine, "Wow," he laughed, "Look at you."

Kurt looked at Blaine and then back again at this guy who, oh god how did a human have abs like that and that gorgeous body that seemed to be half a person taller than Blaine, that glittery, wet, smooth skin. No, Kurt Hummel had a boyfriend and Blaine's heart was so much more beautiful than another man's body.

"Blaine? Do you two know each other?" Kurt asked before he brought his arm up and started coughing. Blaine looked at him desperately.

"Blaine is…" Sean asked as Blaine looked up at him.

"Kurt, this is Sean. Sean's one of my coworkers, he's quite skilled at…customer interactions and Sean, this is Kurt, my fiancee and love of my life." Blaine placed one arm around Kurt's waist and held him closely.

Sean looked at the two of them and then pointed at Kurt, "You don't look so good you know."

Kurt gave a firm glare to the man before his face softened and he gripped Blaine's hand, "I need to go outside," he told him as Blaine looked towards Kurt completely worried about what was going on. Before he could ask Kurt what was happening, Kurt had bolted out the store and was throwing up on the street outside.

It broke Blaine's heart seeing him this way.

"Was it something I said?" Sean commented with a shrug, "So are you only using the name Eric because you don't want him to find out, why are you cheating on him anyway, 'cause he looks like shit."

Blaine looked up with a deep glare, "He doesn't look like shit and I'm not cheating on him," he announced as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Sean shrugged, "Okay, maybe not shit, he actually looks quite hot if you really want to know, apart from that kind of bluish yellow he's turned, stomach flu?"

Blaine took a deep breath in and then sighed, "He doesn't know how I earn money. He's HIV positive, all the money that I'm earning is going towards taking care of him and his treatments and medication. I try and do what I can so that I can help him survive."

Sean nodded slowly before picking up a tomato and squeezing it as if testing whether it was firm or not. He then bit into it with his lips that rivaled Sam's and started to make out with the fruit, his tongue running over the surface and his teeth slowly biting into the fruit.

"You never know how sexy fruit can be," Sean whispered as Blaine looked at him again in complete disbelief, however to keep this job he had to keep close relationships with the men he worked with.

"Thank god it's not a banana," he joked, "That would be cliche."

"Oh I do love me a nice banana," he said before reaching out and touching Blaine's own banana. The twenty year old stepped back, separating himself from Sean's hold on him.

Soon Kurt was back in the store and fortunately the two lovers were able to finish grocery shopping together, Kurt continuously staring at the ground trying to figure out the pieces of his story he just didn't see yet. Was he really blind enough that he could let Blaine perhaps cheat on him again? Was this illness really the thing clouding his vision? He took occasional peeks at Blaine's face only to find worry and guilt on his partner's face.

Next Day

After making sure that Kurt knew he was heading to work, though Kurt really didn't know what kind of a job Blaine had, the younger of the two managing to avoid giving firm statements to all questions concerning that side of his life, Blaine entered the bar.

He was wearing a black button up shirt over a very tight black and grey tank top and a pair of work slacks that gave a sort of infamous and perverted highlighting to the deck. Wasn't it all about the teasing and not about the pleasing after all? As soon as he had stepped into the bar, stepped into the role of Eric, he had located the bathroom mirror and started to apply his gothic makeup, using bronzer tonight to bring out the pop of honey-hazel in his gorgeous eyes.

He felt sick, he was pretty sure that Kurt was starting to catch on.

If Kurt caught on, and Blaine really had to admit that that was a probability, there was a good chance that Kurt would be so disgusted by him that he'd refuse to have them continue dating, refuse to continue to live with Blaine.

Blaine still wouldn't stop though and it meant more than loyalty to a stupid work contract that he had signed, no, he needed to make sure Kurt had the absolute best chance of survival. The words of love weren't better than a lost voice and Blaine had more than Kurt's voice to protect, he had those breaths to protect.

Even if Kurt hated him, Blaine would continue to pay the bills. Hate was an emotion, it wasn't a loss, it wouldn't mean that Blaine would have lost the love of his life….or at least that the world hadn't lost that imperfectly perfect guy.

As Blaine managed to make sure he looked his best he heard the door shut as someone else entered. Blaine quickly turned so he could take a few breaths before talking with this new man, he had to enter the character of 'Eric'.

"You're Eric right? I'm going to be taking over as the new night manager and I wanted to introduce myself to everyone personally, my name's Lance," he said as he walked up to Blaine, Blaine turned around in an attempt to give Eric's more mysterious expression.

The man had said he was called Lance right?

Blaine looked ahead at the man before him as that man looked with the same kind of surprise. Blaine had just now realized the new night manager was Brody Weston, Rachel's old boyfriend. It didn't matter that he had only seen Brody once on the night he and Kurt had broken up. It didn't matter that Brody had seen him the same time, it was such an important night and Kurt had interacted with the two of them numerous times.

"It's Eric," Blaine said as he held out a hand and Bro—-Lance gave an understanding nod.

As Blaine started to leave, Brody couldn't control himself and he quickly asked, "Is it because of NYADA?"

Blaine looked at him and shook his head, "Someone very close to me, Kurt, is HIV positive, treatment costs more than you think….and no I don't want to talk about it," he said before leaving with a sad and false smile.