Cancerous: A Klaine Fic

  "I'm coming home."
  
  Blaine blinks in the dark room, rubbing one eye with a hand and trying to make out the number flashing on his clock. "Wait- Kurt?"
  
  "I'm coming home, Blaine. I have to come home."
  
  His eyes open a little more, now a little more awake. "Why? This is your dream."
  
  "I'm sick."
  
  This concerns him a little, "Home sick? Kurt, it's just a few more weeks until beak."
  
  "I've been in the hospital."
  
  "You what?" Now he's really concerned, he can feel his heart beating heavily in his chest and he swallows before asking, "Kurt what happened?"
  
  "I have cancer."
  
  Blaine can swear he feels his heart stop. A million thoughts run thought his mind all at one. His breathing picks up, and he feels water pushing at his eyes. He barley hears the voice on the other line, "Blaine? Are you still there? Blaine-please."
  
  "I'm here, I'm here," He says, his voice choked. "Do you want me to come get you? New York to Ohio is too long to drive alone."
  
  "I took a plane," he tells him, his own voice choked up. "My dad's meeting me at the air port. Can-can you meet me at my house?"
  
  Blaine's out of bed before he's finished his question and he replies with an automatic, "Of course," pulling on pants and grabbing his keys. "I'm on my way."
   
  "I already landed," Blaine hears Kurt saying, but he's not really processing the words, "I should be there in ten-twenty minutes."
  
  "Okay, take your time," Blaine assures him, closing the car door and turning the key in the ignition.
  
  The line goes dead, and he flours it out of the driveway.
  
  Blaine Anderson is not one to break the law, but tonight, he speeds. He goes faster than the speed limit, swerves around cars, and almost caused a few accidents. But he didn't pay attention to that, he only thought about how it takes a half hour to get from his house to his boyfriends house and how he has to get there earlier.
  
  He's pulling into the driveway not ten minutes later and kills the engine. He's out of the car and running up to the steps when the door opens. Carole steps out, eyes bleary, and sniffling and she pulls him into his arms, whispering, "Oh, Blaine."
  
  His breathing is heavy and he wraps his arms around her, letting her cry into his chest. His eyes tear up, but he forces himself not to cry. Not yet
  
  A few minutes later Burt's car pulls into the driveway, and Carole pulls away and wipes her eyes "Ready to see him?" She asks.
  
  "I don't know," he tells her honestly, keeping one hand on her shoulder. He watches Burt get out of the car and scurry around to the other side where Kurt is already standing. He puts an arm around his waist and, slowly, they walk to the porch.
  
  Burt calls out to them, "I know you want to see him, but he needs to sit first."
  
  "I'm fine, Dad," Kurt says, but his voice sounds tired and frail, and it takes everything Blaine has not to just run to him.
  
  Burt and Kurt walk steadily to the living room where Kurt plops down onto the couch and breathes in heavily through his nose. His eyes close and he seems to be in deep thought and then his eyes open and turns to look at Carole. "Oh, come here," he says, opening his arms.
  
  Carole goes to his side and she wraps him up in her arms, letting herself cry into his shoulder. He wraps his arms around her, rubs her back with his hand, trying to comfort her. "Everything will be okay," he tells her, whispering in her ear, "I'll be okay."
  
  He looks up, and his eyes lock with Blaine's, and Blaine knows. He knows he's had it a long time, he knows he's getting sicker, and he knows Kurt wants to cry.
  
  Kurt releases Carole and offers her a smile, kissing her cheek. She nods and moves away from him, over to Burt who wraps an arm around her shoulders.
  
  Kurt and Blaine lock eyes again, and almost simultaneously, they jump for each other. Blaine sits on the floor in front of him on his knees, and Kurt leans forwards on the edge of the couch, leaning against him. Their arms wrap around each other. Blaine's head is resting in his neck and Kurt lays his head on his. They don't say anything. They hold each other, breathing the other in after all the time apart.
  
  And Blaine cries. He cries and cries, choked sounds coming from his mouth. He clutches at his love, pulls him closer, breathes him in. His eyes burn, the tears soak his shirt. He can't seem to stop.
  
  Behind them Carole cries into Burt's shoulder, her nose runny. Finn walks in, and Blaine doesn't care why or how he got here, he only cares about the boy in his arms, now crying, too.
  
  He knows he should be comforting him, telling him everything will be okay like it has to be. But he can't. He can't make himself stop crying, he can't stop the tears. It's all too much for him. He can't even speak.
  
  But Kurt holds him. He whispers soothing words in his ear and rubs his hand down his back and just holds him.

  And everything has to be okay.