"Can I have that one?" Blaine asked Kurt, pointing to an issue of Vogue that was just out of his reach. Kurt handed it to him. It was a hot day in late June. The boys were laying out on Kurt's lawn on a blanket in their swim trunks, sunning themselves after a mid day dip in the pool.
"I'm going to go get something to drink," Kurt said, sitting up and stretching. The bright sun on Kurt's back made Blaine notice something that he had never seen before: a faint, pink line on Kurt's right side.
"What's that?" Blaine asked, running a finger across the line. Kurt blushed.
"Um…a scar," Kurt said.
"From what?" Blaine asked. Kurt sighed and laid back down.
"When I was born, one of my kidneys didn't work right, so they took it out," Kurt said with a shrug. Blaine looked at him, astonished.
"You only have one kidney?" Blaine asked, his eyes wide. Kurt nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.
"It never came up," Kurt replied nonchalantly. "I don't even remember it, and I was fine afterwards, so it never really affected me."
"Is that why you have to get blood work done every three months?" Blaine asked. He had accompanied Kurt to many of these appointments, as Kurt was still very wary of needles.
"Yep," Kurt replied. "They have to check how well my one kidney is working." Blaine studied him for a minute. "Relax. I'm fine. The doctors say that if something was going to happen, it would have happened before my tenth birthday. Trust me, I'm fine." Kurt kissed Blaine gently. "Lemonade?' Kurt asked.
"Sure," Blaine replied. Kurt rumpled Blaine's curls and went into the house. Blaine took Kurt's word that he was going to be fine, but it didn't stop him from worrying.