Glass Bones & Paper Skin (6/?)
Title: Glass Bones & Paper Skin (6/?)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word count: ~2,400
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Light swears somewhere probably, an illness which can be a sensitive subject for people, angst.
Summary of the story as a whole so far: When Blaine discovers that he has a dreadful illness, him and Kurt fight through it together because Kurt has vowed to be with him every step of the way.
In this chapter: Kurt accompanys Blaine to one of his chemo sessions for the first time.
Author's Notes: bit of a shorter chapter but the next chapter is the longest so far. It isn't a really significant chapter though but it was something that I really wanted to write. I'll probably post it next week because my grammar is grinding on me a little so I think I need to do some tweaking. Yeah sorry about the wait for this. It's pretty much been written a while but I've been stupidly busy (went back to college this week and had a ten hour shift at work today... always cool) so apologies for that. I'll try keep up with my writing but we'll see. Also apologies if my grammar is a little dodgy. It's no longer one of my strongest points.
Note: Only just noticed that Nurse Murphy shares the same surname as our dear Ryan. I called her Nurse Murphy and, because I can imagine her as this nice motherly figure, I named her after a lady I work with whose surname is Murphy aha. Fun fact.
“I know it’s a hospital and all that... but I really can’t appreciate this decor. Sickly greenand white? Please.”
Blaine laughed heartily to himself as he limped over to the bed, smoothing the stiff sheets down and propping the pillows against the rattling headboard before clambering on. It took him a couple of tries to push himself up properly and to settle down comfortably, stopping briefly to cough and retch for a moment. It was that damn cough again that he seemed to have developed in the past couple of days or so, probably due to how weak his body felt after all of these drugs... but he managed it eventually without straining his knee or, most importantly, completely embarrassing himself in front of Kurt. The other boy merely strode across the room and settled both their bags against the wall by the bed. He had insisted on being a gentleman and carrying Blaine’s for him.
It took 20 minutes, a couple of bitchy glares from Kurt and Blaine’s pot of hair gel being hidden before he finally gave in and agreed to let Kurt carry his things. Stubborn as a mule, that boy.
“Only you would be critical as to what hospital rooms look like, Hummel. I don’t think they considered if it would compliment skin tones or bring out the colours of the eyes.” Blaine teased wickedly, a smirk fixed on his face as Kurt settled himself in the mismatched leather chair by the bed.
“True...” Kurt murmured as he looked around the room. “If that were the case, this room would be painted in reds and such. I think those colours look best on you...” Noticing Blaine’s raised eyebrow and the cheeky smirk still in place, Kurt cleared his throat quickly, colour flushing his cheeks. “Besides, I’m sure I could decorate it much better... Dior grey with a splash of colour here and there? Perfect.”
Blaine snorted once again as the nurse walked in, wheeling Blaine’s drip along behind her and followed by that particular student nurse which shamelessly flirted with him for the majority of his second session. A smug smile unwillingly slipped onto Kurt’s face at the thought of it, so glad he’s on my team wheeling through his head as he took in the younger nurse before turning to look at the other. The plump older nurse, Nurse Murphy, had that kind motherly face and an even kinder voice. She was one of those nurses that the whole ward fell in love with. One of her party tricks for the kids was hiding things in her mop of curly, red hair and it never failed to entertain. The student nurse, Emily, however, lingered in the doorway behind Nurse Murphy as she tried not to make eye contact with Blaine or even notice Kurt beside him. She merely flushed furiously and fiddled with the end of her long, blonde ponytail, eyes wheeling around the room but never seeming to settle on one given place for too long.
“Hello, Blainers! How’s my favourite mop head today?” Nurse Murphy chuckled as she wheeled the drip next to Blaine, ruffling his unruly curls gently as he laughed.
“As good as I can be, Nurse Murphy, thank you.” Blaine smiled up at her, his dapper Dalton boy colours shining through. Kurt rolled his eyes fondly watching the interaction between them both.
“I’ve told you time and time again, boy, call me Sarah!” she tweaked his nose gently before turning to Kurt, big beaming smile upon her rosy cheeks. “And who do we have here?”
“Hey, I’m Kurt,” he answered shyly, shaking her outstretched hand and looking up into her gentle face. She was like one of those aunties that you always wished you had, the ones that always smiled and baked you cookies for no reason whatsoever.
“Ahhh, so this is the Kurt I’ve heard so much about!” Sarah turned back to Blaine, thumb pointing in Kurt’s direction. “So he’s the boyfriend?”
Colour shot into Kurt’s cheeks at this and he rose the bottle of water in his hand to his lips, in order to hide the expression that had unwillingly appeared.
“Not yet,” Blaine replied, only realising what had slipped out when Kurt spluttered and choked on his mouthful of water, Emily thumping him heavily on the back. “No! I mean... no! Friends. Just friends. Best friends even.”
Sarah just stood and laughed heavily, smiling affectionately at the blush on both boys’ cheeks and fiddled with a numbing patch, pushing Blaine’s cardigan sleeve up to press the patch onto the inside of his elbow. He shuddered from the cold slightly, causing Kurt to snigger and earning him a swift kick in the arm with Blaine’s good leg.
“How you been feeling lately, Blaine?” Sarah asked in all seriousness now, professional mode kicking in as she studied the boy on the bed. Blaine was such a sweet kid, and it hurt to see someone so young to be suffering from something such as cancer. The world was cruel, something she had known since medical school and especially since she watched all those adults, kids and teenagers alike wasting away on this cancer ward.
“Tired, not really keeping my food down, knee is constantly hurting and... and my hair’s falling out,” Blaine swallowed heavily, the words catching in the back of his throat. He looked down into his lap, at his hands clasped tightly together and tried to push that horrible feeling right back down to the pit of his stomach.
Kurt tilted his head slightly and noticed the signs that he hadn’t fully noticed the night before. The signs of a cancer and chemotherapy patient. His skin looked a little paler than usual, with a slight yellow sickly tinge. His deep brown eyes sat slightly sunken within his sockets and his clothes sat a bit too loosely on his frame. Above all of this, Kurt was now able to see loose strands of hair clumped on Blaine’s cardigan after Sarah’s hair ruffle and could spy Blaine’s pale scalp peeping through his mass of curls.
Shuffling forward to the edge of his seat, Kurt grabbed Blaine’s free hand while Sarah and Emily inserted the drip into the other as Blaine sat distracted. As Kurt tilted Blaine’s chin up to look him in the eye, he smiled, trying to ignore the tears pooling around those dark expressive eyes.
“I think you look beautiful, Blaine. With or without your hair.”
Letting out a quiet sob, Blaine felt a single tear slip down his cheek as he pulled Kurt’s hand to his lips and whispered a faint thank you against his knuckles. Kurt shook his head in return, smiling as if to say don’t mention it. Blaine was beautiful to him. And no matter what happened to him, he always would be.
“There we go,” Sarah finally moved back from the drip and patted Blaine gently on the shoulder. “All done. We’ll be back to check on you later and if you need us, the button’s right there. Just call us.”
With a slight wiggle of the fingers from Sarah and a quick smile from Emily, they departed the room with a soft click as the door swung closed behind them. Blaine and Kurt didn’t move, however. They remained frozen where they sat, the soft smiles still fixed in place and hands held tightly across the bed.
*****
They sat together and talked for the whole session about everything and anything. The weather, music, the Warblers, school, Kurt’s vast collection of McQueen and even football games. It felt great to talk about things that probably seemed just that little bit more meaningless now... that little bit more unimportant.
The words cancer or chemotherapy or illness didn’t come up once and Blaine felt silently gratitude towards Kurt who always seemed to know what was safe and what had a big red cross struck through it. Sometimes the conversation naturally shifted towards it, but with easy deflection such as not now, Kurt, can we talk about something else? or please don’t, the talk remained light and didn’t scratch much of the surface.
“What’s that you’re writing?” Kurt finally asked with a curious tilt of the head. He had been watching Blaine fluently scrawl with his free hand (the hand with the drip in lay very loosely entwined with Kurt’s on the bed) in a spiral emerald notepad rested upon his thighs since the beginning of the session. Blaine shifted slightly so Kurt couldn’t see what was written in the already half filled pad and Kurt felt that little twinge of hurt in his chest.
Stop it, Hummel. You need to start giving him space or he’ll push you away completely. LAY OFF!
Breathing deeply, albeit a little wheezily, and fixing a wobbly smiling in Kurt’s direction, Blaine said “oh, Doctor Garrison and Nurse Murphy think that it would be a good idea to start writing my thoughts and feelings down. I don’t want to talk to a counsellor or anything, I don’t think it’s necessary. But I thought I’d give writing a go. It is kind of my release right now.”
Although he could tell that this wasn’t the entire truth, Kurt decided not to press any further, quickly tuning back in to what Blaine had been saying as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed, trying to angle the book away from Kurt.
“-my best friend, Kurt, and I trust you with everything. I hope you don’t feel offended that I’m not comfortable with you seeing what I’ve written. I trust you. I trust you with what I’ve written in here but... not yet. You’ll read it soon enough...but not yet...” he trailed off, squeezing Kurt’s hand as tightly as the drip permitted him to.
Kurt understood. He didn’t blame Blaine and completely accepted his privacy. Completely. That wasn’t to say that that notepad hadn’t entirely sparked his curiosity.
*****
It was the drive home when Blaine became unusually quiet, one hand toying with his phone and the other clutching a half full beaker of water. They’d had to pull over at least three times since the hospital to allow Blaine to throw up across the sidewalk. Kurt made a mental note to grab a couple of cardboard kidney bowls next time to keep in his car. Just in case.
After watching Blaine lock and unlock his phone for the past five minutes from the corner of his eye, Kurt gently lay his hand down upon his knee and made the smaller boy jump.
“Blaine, what’s up?”
Shrugging a single shoulder, Blaine turned away to look out of the passenger window, clenching his fist tighter around the phone. “Nothing... I just want to call Wes and David but I don’t know what to say...”
Simply, without even taking his eyes off the road, Kurt lifted his hand from Blaine’s knee and gently touched his chest with his fingertips. “What is it telling you to say in here?”
Blaine remained still for a moment before once more unlocking his phone and quickly tapping out a number, shrinking back into his seat as he lifted it to his ear. Kurt could hear the dialling tone and it didn’t ring for long when Wes answered with a loud shriek which sounded a little like Blaine’s name.
“Hey Wes,” Blaine answered tiredly, one hand hiding his face as he bowed his head. “I’m sorry for not calling, I... yeah, I’m fine... no, fine I’m not. Just - is David there with you? I need you both to hear this. Yeah, just... just get David please.”
Kurt could hear Wes’ and now David’s excitable chatter down the phone, happy to finally be hearing from their friend. They clearly hadn’t noticed the seriousness in Blaine’s voice or the fact that he’d just outright said that he wasn’t okay. Kurt remained looking out of the front windscreen, trying to give Blaine a little privacy and to pretend that he wasn’t listening in whatsoever.
“Hi David, I just... I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t... yeah... thanks... guys, just stop. Let me talk. I need to tell you something really important.”
Letting out a long shaky breath, Blaine pushed his hand through his hair. “I’ve got cancer.”
The silence was pretty deafening, Blaine becoming more unnerved as it grew longer and tenser.
It was finally broken as an “Oh, Blaine...” came from Wes at the end of the line. He quickly rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand before any escapee tears appeared, his fingers curled tightly into a fist.
“I’m sorry...”
“Don’t be sorry.” was immediately heard from the other end, David’s voice loud in the otherwise quiet car, the soft purr of the engine not loud enough to block it out.”
“Just... could you come over... please?” Blaine asked, voice lower and quieter as he clutched the phone with both hands. “I miss you.”
“Of course,” Kurt could hear a car being started up and a door being slammed. “We’re on our way over now.”
“We love you, Blaine, okay?”
“We’re here for you, man.” The boys said softly, their words simple and quiet, yet held so much reassurance and warmth for Blaine that he could feel it spreading from where the phone touched his ear, right down to the balls of his feet.
Kurt moved his hand to rest of Blaine’s knee once again. One squeeze. You’ve got all three of us. Blaine felt so damn lucky to have friends like these.
“I love you too.” Blaine whispered back before hanging up with a heavy sniff, face still turned out of the window.
With one more squeeze, Kurt moved his hand away and flicked on his iPod, fiddling with the dials on his stereo until Somewhere rung out from the speakers. “Come on. Our favourite musical. You, me, West Side Story. But I get to be Maria!”
Laughing, Blaine thumped Kurt on the shoulder. “It’s not like I could hit those notes anyway... and true. Forever will be West Side Story.”
“Don’t forget Wicked.”
“Like I would forget Wicked!” Blaine retorted and flicked the volume up louder as they both sung their hearts out, catching each other’s gazes every now and again across the other side of the car. They sung louder every moment. Trying to forget what the lyrics of the song actually meant. Trying to forget the grey skies that had gathered and the cold drizzle outside. And, oh, trying to forget that one of them was possibly dying.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word count: ~2,400
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Light swears somewhere probably, an illness which can be a sensitive subject for people, angst.
Summary of the story as a whole so far: When Blaine discovers that he has a dreadful illness, him and Kurt fight through it together because Kurt has vowed to be with him every step of the way.
In this chapter: Kurt accompanys Blaine to one of his chemo sessions for the first time.
Author's Notes: bit of a shorter chapter but the next chapter is the longest so far. It isn't a really significant chapter though but it was something that I really wanted to write. I'll probably post it next week because my grammar is grinding on me a little so I think I need to do some tweaking. Yeah sorry about the wait for this. It's pretty much been written a while but I've been stupidly busy (went back to college this week and had a ten hour shift at work today... always cool) so apologies for that. I'll try keep up with my writing but we'll see. Also apologies if my grammar is a little dodgy. It's no longer one of my strongest points.
Note: Only just noticed that Nurse Murphy shares the same surname as our dear Ryan. I called her Nurse Murphy and, because I can imagine her as this nice motherly figure, I named her after a lady I work with whose surname is Murphy aha. Fun fact.
“I know it’s a hospital and all that... but I really can’t appreciate this decor. Sickly greenand white? Please.”
Blaine laughed heartily to himself as he limped over to the bed, smoothing the stiff sheets down and propping the pillows against the rattling headboard before clambering on. It took him a couple of tries to push himself up properly and to settle down comfortably, stopping briefly to cough and retch for a moment. It was that damn cough again that he seemed to have developed in the past couple of days or so, probably due to how weak his body felt after all of these drugs... but he managed it eventually without straining his knee or, most importantly, completely embarrassing himself in front of Kurt. The other boy merely strode across the room and settled both their bags against the wall by the bed. He had insisted on being a gentleman and carrying Blaine’s for him.
It took 20 minutes, a couple of bitchy glares from Kurt and Blaine’s pot of hair gel being hidden before he finally gave in and agreed to let Kurt carry his things. Stubborn as a mule, that boy.
“Only you would be critical as to what hospital rooms look like, Hummel. I don’t think they considered if it would compliment skin tones or bring out the colours of the eyes.” Blaine teased wickedly, a smirk fixed on his face as Kurt settled himself in the mismatched leather chair by the bed.
“True...” Kurt murmured as he looked around the room. “If that were the case, this room would be painted in reds and such. I think those colours look best on you...” Noticing Blaine’s raised eyebrow and the cheeky smirk still in place, Kurt cleared his throat quickly, colour flushing his cheeks. “Besides, I’m sure I could decorate it much better... Dior grey with a splash of colour here and there? Perfect.”
Blaine snorted once again as the nurse walked in, wheeling Blaine’s drip along behind her and followed by that particular student nurse which shamelessly flirted with him for the majority of his second session. A smug smile unwillingly slipped onto Kurt’s face at the thought of it, so glad he’s on my team wheeling through his head as he took in the younger nurse before turning to look at the other. The plump older nurse, Nurse Murphy, had that kind motherly face and an even kinder voice. She was one of those nurses that the whole ward fell in love with. One of her party tricks for the kids was hiding things in her mop of curly, red hair and it never failed to entertain. The student nurse, Emily, however, lingered in the doorway behind Nurse Murphy as she tried not to make eye contact with Blaine or even notice Kurt beside him. She merely flushed furiously and fiddled with the end of her long, blonde ponytail, eyes wheeling around the room but never seeming to settle on one given place for too long.
“Hello, Blainers! How’s my favourite mop head today?” Nurse Murphy chuckled as she wheeled the drip next to Blaine, ruffling his unruly curls gently as he laughed.
“As good as I can be, Nurse Murphy, thank you.” Blaine smiled up at her, his dapper Dalton boy colours shining through. Kurt rolled his eyes fondly watching the interaction between them both.
“I’ve told you time and time again, boy, call me Sarah!” she tweaked his nose gently before turning to Kurt, big beaming smile upon her rosy cheeks. “And who do we have here?”
“Hey, I’m Kurt,” he answered shyly, shaking her outstretched hand and looking up into her gentle face. She was like one of those aunties that you always wished you had, the ones that always smiled and baked you cookies for no reason whatsoever.
“Ahhh, so this is the Kurt I’ve heard so much about!” Sarah turned back to Blaine, thumb pointing in Kurt’s direction. “So he’s the boyfriend?”
Colour shot into Kurt’s cheeks at this and he rose the bottle of water in his hand to his lips, in order to hide the expression that had unwillingly appeared.
“Not yet,” Blaine replied, only realising what had slipped out when Kurt spluttered and choked on his mouthful of water, Emily thumping him heavily on the back. “No! I mean... no! Friends. Just friends. Best friends even.”
Sarah just stood and laughed heavily, smiling affectionately at the blush on both boys’ cheeks and fiddled with a numbing patch, pushing Blaine’s cardigan sleeve up to press the patch onto the inside of his elbow. He shuddered from the cold slightly, causing Kurt to snigger and earning him a swift kick in the arm with Blaine’s good leg.
“How you been feeling lately, Blaine?” Sarah asked in all seriousness now, professional mode kicking in as she studied the boy on the bed. Blaine was such a sweet kid, and it hurt to see someone so young to be suffering from something such as cancer. The world was cruel, something she had known since medical school and especially since she watched all those adults, kids and teenagers alike wasting away on this cancer ward.
“Tired, not really keeping my food down, knee is constantly hurting and... and my hair’s falling out,” Blaine swallowed heavily, the words catching in the back of his throat. He looked down into his lap, at his hands clasped tightly together and tried to push that horrible feeling right back down to the pit of his stomach.
Kurt tilted his head slightly and noticed the signs that he hadn’t fully noticed the night before. The signs of a cancer and chemotherapy patient. His skin looked a little paler than usual, with a slight yellow sickly tinge. His deep brown eyes sat slightly sunken within his sockets and his clothes sat a bit too loosely on his frame. Above all of this, Kurt was now able to see loose strands of hair clumped on Blaine’s cardigan after Sarah’s hair ruffle and could spy Blaine’s pale scalp peeping through his mass of curls.
Shuffling forward to the edge of his seat, Kurt grabbed Blaine’s free hand while Sarah and Emily inserted the drip into the other as Blaine sat distracted. As Kurt tilted Blaine’s chin up to look him in the eye, he smiled, trying to ignore the tears pooling around those dark expressive eyes.
“I think you look beautiful, Blaine. With or without your hair.”
Letting out a quiet sob, Blaine felt a single tear slip down his cheek as he pulled Kurt’s hand to his lips and whispered a faint thank you against his knuckles. Kurt shook his head in return, smiling as if to say don’t mention it. Blaine was beautiful to him. And no matter what happened to him, he always would be.
“There we go,” Sarah finally moved back from the drip and patted Blaine gently on the shoulder. “All done. We’ll be back to check on you later and if you need us, the button’s right there. Just call us.”
With a slight wiggle of the fingers from Sarah and a quick smile from Emily, they departed the room with a soft click as the door swung closed behind them. Blaine and Kurt didn’t move, however. They remained frozen where they sat, the soft smiles still fixed in place and hands held tightly across the bed.
*****
They sat together and talked for the whole session about everything and anything. The weather, music, the Warblers, school, Kurt’s vast collection of McQueen and even football games. It felt great to talk about things that probably seemed just that little bit more meaningless now... that little bit more unimportant.
The words cancer or chemotherapy or illness didn’t come up once and Blaine felt silently gratitude towards Kurt who always seemed to know what was safe and what had a big red cross struck through it. Sometimes the conversation naturally shifted towards it, but with easy deflection such as not now, Kurt, can we talk about something else? or please don’t, the talk remained light and didn’t scratch much of the surface.
“What’s that you’re writing?” Kurt finally asked with a curious tilt of the head. He had been watching Blaine fluently scrawl with his free hand (the hand with the drip in lay very loosely entwined with Kurt’s on the bed) in a spiral emerald notepad rested upon his thighs since the beginning of the session. Blaine shifted slightly so Kurt couldn’t see what was written in the already half filled pad and Kurt felt that little twinge of hurt in his chest.
Stop it, Hummel. You need to start giving him space or he’ll push you away completely. LAY OFF!
Breathing deeply, albeit a little wheezily, and fixing a wobbly smiling in Kurt’s direction, Blaine said “oh, Doctor Garrison and Nurse Murphy think that it would be a good idea to start writing my thoughts and feelings down. I don’t want to talk to a counsellor or anything, I don’t think it’s necessary. But I thought I’d give writing a go. It is kind of my release right now.”
Although he could tell that this wasn’t the entire truth, Kurt decided not to press any further, quickly tuning back in to what Blaine had been saying as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed, trying to angle the book away from Kurt.
“-my best friend, Kurt, and I trust you with everything. I hope you don’t feel offended that I’m not comfortable with you seeing what I’ve written. I trust you. I trust you with what I’ve written in here but... not yet. You’ll read it soon enough...but not yet...” he trailed off, squeezing Kurt’s hand as tightly as the drip permitted him to.
Kurt understood. He didn’t blame Blaine and completely accepted his privacy. Completely. That wasn’t to say that that notepad hadn’t entirely sparked his curiosity.
*****
It was the drive home when Blaine became unusually quiet, one hand toying with his phone and the other clutching a half full beaker of water. They’d had to pull over at least three times since the hospital to allow Blaine to throw up across the sidewalk. Kurt made a mental note to grab a couple of cardboard kidney bowls next time to keep in his car. Just in case.
After watching Blaine lock and unlock his phone for the past five minutes from the corner of his eye, Kurt gently lay his hand down upon his knee and made the smaller boy jump.
“Blaine, what’s up?”
Shrugging a single shoulder, Blaine turned away to look out of the passenger window, clenching his fist tighter around the phone. “Nothing... I just want to call Wes and David but I don’t know what to say...”
Simply, without even taking his eyes off the road, Kurt lifted his hand from Blaine’s knee and gently touched his chest with his fingertips. “What is it telling you to say in here?”
Blaine remained still for a moment before once more unlocking his phone and quickly tapping out a number, shrinking back into his seat as he lifted it to his ear. Kurt could hear the dialling tone and it didn’t ring for long when Wes answered with a loud shriek which sounded a little like Blaine’s name.
“Hey Wes,” Blaine answered tiredly, one hand hiding his face as he bowed his head. “I’m sorry for not calling, I... yeah, I’m fine... no, fine I’m not. Just - is David there with you? I need you both to hear this. Yeah, just... just get David please.”
Kurt could hear Wes’ and now David’s excitable chatter down the phone, happy to finally be hearing from their friend. They clearly hadn’t noticed the seriousness in Blaine’s voice or the fact that he’d just outright said that he wasn’t okay. Kurt remained looking out of the front windscreen, trying to give Blaine a little privacy and to pretend that he wasn’t listening in whatsoever.
“Hi David, I just... I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t... yeah... thanks... guys, just stop. Let me talk. I need to tell you something really important.”
Letting out a long shaky breath, Blaine pushed his hand through his hair. “I’ve got cancer.”
The silence was pretty deafening, Blaine becoming more unnerved as it grew longer and tenser.
It was finally broken as an “Oh, Blaine...” came from Wes at the end of the line. He quickly rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand before any escapee tears appeared, his fingers curled tightly into a fist.
“I’m sorry...”
“Don’t be sorry.” was immediately heard from the other end, David’s voice loud in the otherwise quiet car, the soft purr of the engine not loud enough to block it out.”
“Just... could you come over... please?” Blaine asked, voice lower and quieter as he clutched the phone with both hands. “I miss you.”
“Of course,” Kurt could hear a car being started up and a door being slammed. “We’re on our way over now.”
“We love you, Blaine, okay?”
“We’re here for you, man.” The boys said softly, their words simple and quiet, yet held so much reassurance and warmth for Blaine that he could feel it spreading from where the phone touched his ear, right down to the balls of his feet.
Kurt moved his hand to rest of Blaine’s knee once again. One squeeze. You’ve got all three of us. Blaine felt so damn lucky to have friends like these.
“I love you too.” Blaine whispered back before hanging up with a heavy sniff, face still turned out of the window.
With one more squeeze, Kurt moved his hand away and flicked on his iPod, fiddling with the dials on his stereo until Somewhere rung out from the speakers. “Come on. Our favourite musical. You, me, West Side Story. But I get to be Maria!”
Laughing, Blaine thumped Kurt on the shoulder. “It’s not like I could hit those notes anyway... and true. Forever will be West Side Story.”
“Don’t forget Wicked.”
“Like I would forget Wicked!” Blaine retorted and flicked the volume up louder as they both sung their hearts out, catching each other’s gazes every now and again across the other side of the car. They sung louder every moment. Trying to forget what the lyrics of the song actually meant. Trying to forget the grey skies that had gathered and the cold drizzle outside. And, oh, trying to forget that one of them was possibly dying.