Blaine approached the Hummel house with a dozen roses in his hand and a big smile on his face. He knocked and instead of Kurt opening the door, he was greeted by Burt. "Hi Blaine, come on in. Kurt's been locked in his room all day. Maybe you can get him to come out," Burt said.
"Thanks, Mr. Hummel," Blaine said. He was slightly puzzled, as Kurt was always running around, full of energy. He knocked gently on the door to Kurt's room.
"Who is it?" he heard Kurt ask.
"It's Blaine. Are you okay?" he asked. He could have sworn he heard sniffling.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Come in," Kurt said. Blaine stepped in and saw Kurt, cheeks flushed, nose pink.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, dropping the flowers onto Kurt's bed.
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked. Blaine gave Kurt the look.
"I wasn't born yesterday. I know when you've been crying," Blaine said. Kurt just stared and shook his head no. Soon, his face crumpled up and he fell into a sobbing mess. Blaine caught him in a hug before he had the chance to fall to the floor. Kurt sobbed into his shoulder. Blaine could just sit and rub Kurt's back, rock him, and whisper soothing thoughts into his ear. Kurt pulled away after a while. "Wanna talk about it?" Blaine asked. Kurt sniffled.
"My dad had an appointment today. His cancer is getting worse. They're giving him six months." Kurt collapsed into another fit of sobs. Blaine squeezed him tight.
"You have to have a little hope," Blaine whispered. "What your dad needs is positive energy right now. You're allowed to be sad, but your dad wants to see you happy and enjoying the time you have left with him." Blaine gently stroked Kurt's hair. He knew Kurt's tears weren't going to subside any time soon, and he was okay with that. He just pulled Kurt into him and let him cry for hours.