A/N: Do-do-do.
Something wasn't quite right.
Kurt was…. being odd. He was laughing at jokes he usually ignored, watching TV shows he didn't normally, and was either flitting around, getting ten different things done at once, or clinging to Blaine.
Blaine watched him carefully, letting him cling, and waited for Kurt to bring up what was troubling him.
He waited through dinner, listening to Kurt's nervous rambling, and watching him fidget anxiously.
He waited through three pointless hours of TV, watching as Kurt grew more and more tired, the shadows under his eyes growing more pronounced.
Eventually, Blaine made him go to bed, ignoring his protests and cuddling him into submission.
Finally Kurt started to talk in the comfort of the darkness. His face was pressed into the pillow, voice breaking as he told Blaine that Burt… that Burt had cancer, that they couldn't help him, that he was dying…
Kurt buried his face in Blaine's chest, crying silently as Blaine petted at him.
"Thank you." Kurt whispered hoarsely as his tears finally dried. "I just… thank you."