Invisible Illness Chapter 4
Media: (Fic)
Title: Invisible Illness Chapter 4
Rating: R (to be safe)
Spoilers (if any): None
Warnings (if any): None
Word Count: 4455
Summary: Kurt and Blaine wake up to find themselves still together, what happens after they realize Burt let them stay together that night?
Author's Note: This is a therapy fic. I'm writing this as a way to cope with the struggles that come with Invisible Illnesses, both having one myself, and living with a family member with multiple ones. If at any time the characters in this story seem to have struggles so far out there, that it all seems made up, please keep in mind that these are the struggles of those living with Invisible Illnesses every day, and none of them are made up.
Invisible Illnesses expected to turn up in this story: Chronic Migraines, Multiple Sclerosis, Fibromyalgia, and Diabetes. Others may make appearances, but these you can be sure will show up.
The French used in this chapter is a combination of my 7 years of high school French classes, and an English to French translator. If anything is wrong, I'm sorry.
When the two boys woke up early the next morning, they were both surprised to find that they were actually together, in the same bed. Neither of them had thought Burt would let them actually sleep in the same room, in the same bed…ever. It was something they wanted to cherish, but at the same time, had to worry over. “Do you think he remembered you were here?” Kurt wondered aloud, as the two of them quickly got out of bed, intent on getting Blaine out of the house before Burt woke up.
“I don’t know, honestly. He knew I was up here…. He saw me come up last night….he was standing right there.” Kurt nodded.
“This is so not like him.” Kurt shook his head, before seeing a piece of paper taped to the doorframe, that neither had noticed before. He walked over towards it, picked it up and read it out loud.
Boys,
Don’t freak out and try and sneak Blaine out this morning. I know that he stayed here last night.
So do his parents. I’m not mad. We’ll talk about it later.
Burt
“Why the hell would your dad let me sleep here last night? I mean, after the time with Rachel’s party….I thought that’d be the last thing to ever happen.”
“Seriously, I thought I was the one with the addled brain.” Kurt quipped. Blaine frowned, not liking it when Kurt talked about himself like that.
“Don’t say that.” He told Kurt, as he made his way back over towards the bed, gesturing for Kurt to do the same. He looked at Kurt’s alarm clock on his end table and saw that it was only quarter to 6 in the morning on a Sunday. “Come on, it’s not time to get up yet. Let’s go back to sleep.” Kurt frowned but walked over to the bed and crawled in first so that Blaine could once again take up his spot as big spoon. However, Kurt wasn’t quite interested in going back to sleep. They had been sleeping since about 8pm the night before, and that was quite a long time…especially for Blaine who hadn’t been suffering from a migraine. He rolled over in Blaine’s arms and kissed Blaine’s perfect lips. Kurt was in the mood for a make-out session, and he was going to get one. He hadn’t had one in a few days, and when he was determined, he got what he wanted. Blaine returned the kiss, smiling into it. “Oh, so is that how you want to play it…” he murmured against Kurt’s mouth.
Not saying anything Kurt pulled Blaine on top of him and then quickly wrapped his arms around his neck, to bring their mouths closer together. Blaine’s tongue left his mouth, running along the edge of Kurt’s in silent request, to which Kurt immediately opened his mouth to. They continued in this fashion for quite a while, their tongues dancing, lips connected every moment that was physically possible for the two young men. It was just them. It was a while until they broke apart, catching their breaths. Blaine stayed on top of Kurt, resting his weight on his elbows, and resting his forehead onto Kurt’s. Glancing up into Blaine’s soulful brown eyes, he smiled. “I love you, Blaine Daniel Anderson.” Blaine didn’t even try to hide the grin that broke out on his face.
“I love you too, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.” Blaine leaned down again to capture Kurt’s lips. Kurt was extremely happy that they were finally having some alone time. Even if it was with Finn and his parents right next door, and across the hall. As Blaine lightly nipped at Kurt’s bottom lip, Kurt’s hands went up to mess with Blaine’s hair. Blaine moved his mouth down towards Kurt’s jaw, and collarbone, kissing, sucking, and nipping as he went. Kurt’s heart began to beat faster. Kurt moaned at the sensations that Blaine was causing to course throughout his body, settling within a very special region. Instinctively Kurt’s hips pushed up against Blaine’s, causing the older boy to moan appreciatively. “Ohh… Kurt..” Blaine brought his lips back up to Kurt’s and kissed him passionately. They had never quite done this before. They had only gone so far as to make-out, making sure that neither of their lower bodies were anywhere near each other, for fear of scaring the other off. Which in hindsight seemed a little stupid now, since it seemed neither of them truly had a problem with it.
Kurt’s little Kurt, quickly began to get harder as Blaine kissed him, and was subconsciously grinding into him. The two broke their mouths apart after a few minutes, in order to catch their breath. “Wow…” Kurt spoke, because honestly there were no other words coming to mind. That had been the best thing he’d experienced in a long time.
“Seriously…” Kurt leaned back up to capture Blaine’s lips, but Blaine held him off, a bit hesitant. “Babe, you’re parents are right across the hall…” Kurt pouted, making Blaine laugh. “C’mon Kurt. I don’t feel comfortable doing this with them home…” Kurt sighed.
“Fine, but we will be continuing this at a later date.” Kurt glared at him, which once again made Blaine laugh.
“I’d love a rain check.” Blaine smiled as he rolled off to the side of Kurt and pulled their bodies flush together. It was times like these that made all the bad ones worth it. When Kurt had gotten bullied at McKinley. When Blaine had gotten harassed at his old school. When Kurt had his migraines, and couldn’t do anything with Blaine besides tear up in his arms. All the pain and suffering the two boys had gone through, was made worth it, when they could spend even just a moment of time together, by themselves. They fell back to sleep in that position, both of them smiling, happier than either of them were the previous week.
When the two walked downstairs later on, they saw Burt and Carole sitting at the kitchen counter sipping coffee. They were chatting about something Kurt didn’t quite want to know about, so he ignored it and walked into the kitchen to pour himself and Blaine a cup of coffee. “Hi guys.”
“Hi Kurt, Hi Blaine.” Burt said to the shorter boy who was waiting in the hallway, wondering if it was actually safe to come out. At his name, he walked out as if he had just come down from Kurt’s room.
“Hi..” he said, a slight blush rose in his cheeks. Burt had seen the obviously guilty look on Blaine’s face, and brushed it off. Blaine wasn’t quite so easy to brush it off, not after what he and Kurt had almost gotten up to earlier that morning.
“Don’t look so guilty. I know exactly what happened last night. You fell asleep, while you were comforting my son. I had every intention of kicking you out of the house last night around 11, but decided against it. You two were just so peaceful.” Okay it wasn’t a complete lie…Kurt seemed a little peaceful, Blaine seemed unnerved that Kurt had been in so much pain, but at the same time, knowing that Blaine cared about Kurt that much gave Burt a warm feeling about the boy whom a few months ago, Burt would have gladly killed had Kurt asked him to. “I called your mom, and let her know that you were staying here, and that you likely wouldn’t be home. She understood.”
“Thanks, Burt.” Blaine smiled, appreciative of the consideration the older man had given him. He knew that had Finn and Quinn decided to fall asleep together, they would be broken apart before you could say ‘get out of my house you hussy.’ “Speaking of, how’s your head feeling Kurt?” Kurt just grimaced.
“I’d wish people would stop asking me that. I’m not always in pain…” He sighed. It was one of the downsides to getting frequent migraines. Everyone around you always wanted to know how you were doing after one. How were you feeling, how was the pain, was it too bright for you, was it too loud for you. Kurt had been treated differently all his life for one thing or another, and the last thing he wanted was special treatment in his own home.
“We just want to know how your head is feeling, Kurt. We know how much the migraines have been hurting you lately.” This was another thing that Kurt disliked. He disliked pity. No, scratch that, he hated it. He does not tolerate pity well. He didn’t when his mom died, he didn’t when his dad had the heart attack, and he didn’t when he was bullied, so why would he start now?
“I’m fine. My head isn’t hurting, there are no other symptoms, and I can do everything else that I planned on doing today. Which mostly considered of homework, homework, oh and look more homework.” He drawled out.
“I have been a little worried about them though,” Carole told the three men in the room. “Migraines usually mean something. They aren’t usually a sign of nothing. Maybe we should get Kurt checked out by a doctor.”
At the same time Burt said “That’s a good idea…”
Kurt firmly said “Hell no.”
Everyone looked at Kurt, surprised that he would take such a tone with them when it came to his health. “But why Kurt?” Blaine asked, perplexed at his boyfriend’s reluctance to see a doctor, that could possibly do something to prevent any more migraines from occurring.
“I don’t like doctors.” Kurt stated simply. “I never have, and I never will.” With that, he picked up his coffee, and walked into the living room to watch some T.V.
“Why doesn’t he like doctors?” Carole asked, a little affronted, because she is a nurse after-all.”
“It all happened after Elizabeth died…” Burt started. This was a story he didn’t like to tell, but he figured they had a right to know why Kurt hated doctors so much. “When Elizabeth died…it was very, very sudden. We had little to no warning whatsoever. I remember the day we found out she had cancer, perfectly.” He then went on to tell them about how she had woken up, unable to breathe in the middle of the night, forcing Burt out of his slumber. He couldn’t help her, except to call an ambulance. When it got there, they had to intubate her, in order to get her to breathe even a little bit. “It’s where they stick a long tube down windpipe into your lunge, so there’s a steady flow of air into it, that isn’t impeded by your body…” Burt told Blaine, who looked a little confused. He went on to say how they MRI’d her chest, and found 3 tumors inside her lungs, as well as a tumor on her spinal chord. Burt’s voice began to break around then. After a few minutes of pulling himself together, he continued. “They found in total, 8 different tumors that were inside of her. Three in her lungs, 2 on her spinal chord, 1 on her liver, 1 on her rib cage, and one on her right femur. She had blown past stage 1, 2 and 3 of cancer right into stage 4 without anyone catching it. It had spread to all different parts of her body, and she died 10 days after we initially got the diagnosis.”
Then the proverbial light bulb went off in both Blaine and Carole’s minds. “So when you had the heart attack, and went into the hospital…” Burt nodded.
“My guess is that he flashbacked to the days of his mom’s time in the hospital, and was subconsciously counting down from 10.”
“My gosh Burt….you were in a coma for 9 days.” Carole cried out, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.
“I know.” They all let this information settle in, before Blaine left to find Kurt. He found Kurt in the living room, watching, or rather looking at the TV, that had been placed on early morning Sunday Service. From this fact, Blaine could clearly tell that Kurt was upset. He sat down beside Kurt and gathered him up in his arms.
“I’m not going to the doctors, Blaine.” Kurt told him, but let him be pulled into Blaine’s warm embrace.
“I know you don’t want to, but I just want what’s best for you. I don’t like seeing you go through these migraines.” Blaine kissed the side of his head. Kurt snuggled into Blaine and looked up to stare into his face.
“I know you don’t Blaine, and neither do I like going through them.” He smiled, at his little joke. “But I will do anything before I go to the doctors.”
“But doctors can do so much for you! They can figure out if something is going on in that brain of yours,” Blaine nuzzled Kurt’s head after saying so. “They can give you a prescription to make them go away. Don’t you want to know why you’re getting them?”
“Of course I do Blaine, but not at the expense of going to a doctor.”
“Why?”
“Why are you pushing this?” Kurt asked, starting to get angry.
“Because I don’t want you to have migraines, when you don’t have to. Because I don’t want you to sleep half the day away when you have one. I love you Kurt, and I don’t want to see you in pain. If a doctor can prevent that, I’m all for it.” Blaine spelled it out for his boyfriend, like he was talking to a five year old.
“But I’m not.” Kurt removed himself from Blaine’s embrace, got up from the couch and moved to the other side of the living room, grabbing the remote off the table and started to flip through the channels to find something on. Blaine just sighed in defeat, knowing that until Kurt realizes that a doctor is the most logical choice for his problems, he’s not going to win the war he was fighting against migraines.
Meanwhile back in the kitchen, Carole held onto Burt, comforting him as much as she could, but still her pragmatic, and nurse-like brain kept a hold of her. “Burt, there still could be something wrong with him. He needs to be checked out by a doctor.” Burt nodded.
“I know.”
Over the next week and a half, Kurt wasn‘t as great as he wished he had been. He got his massive history term paper finished, he read the three books he needed to for his final exam which was slowly approaching in British Lit, and was slowly coming to terms with the fact that he’ll never make an A in History, no matter how much he tried. Those were all good, but on the bad side…he and Blaine still weren’t quite the same after their argument on Sunday over him going to the doctor. Kurt didn’t quite know why Blaine was so upset about him not willing to go, because its Kurt’s problem, not Blaine’s. They still talked, they still hung out, but there wasn’t the same easy-going honesty as there once was. They hadn’t worked out the problem yet, and Kurt wasn’t sure if they would until he folded and went to the doctor, or Blaine folded and stopped pressuring him to go.
He was currently in the middle of his French II class where they were practicing conjugating verbs, which was boring for him, since he was practically fluent in the language. He sat there, conjugated them out rather quickly, and then sat staring at the wall for the rest of the class, thinking about what he had in store. “Monsieur Hummel?” his teacher, Madame Monroe asked him. “Pourquoi vous ne faites pas l'attention?” (Mister Hummel, Why aren’t you paying attention?)
“Pardon, Madame. Je suis desole. Mais je suis déjà aisé en français, et peut conjuguer ces verbes dans mon sommeil.” Suddenly everyone was staring at him, no clue what he had just said. (Pardon me, M’am. I’m sorry, but I’m already fluent and French and can conjugate these verbs in my sleep.)
“Alors, pourquoi prenez-vous cette classe?” (Then why are you taking this class?)
“J’ai besoin d’une classe optionelle.” The teacher nodded, but still looked slightly put off. (I needed an elective)
“Pourquoi vous n'avez pas pris une autre langue, comme Italien ou Espagnol?” (Why didn’t you take another language, like Italian, or Spanish?)
“Je suis aisé en Espagnol, aussi. La classe Italienne était pleine avant que je pourrais aie enregistré.” She waved him to come to the front of the class. (I am also fluent in Spanish. The Italian class was fully by the time I got to register.)
“Allez ici.” (Come here.) Kurt got up and walked over towards the teacher. In any other situation, the class would be ‘ooohing’ but since he had just carried on a full conversation, in French with her, they knew he couldn’t possibly be in trouble. She pulled him out into the hallway and quickly told the students to keep conjugating the verbs on the board. What she didn’t see when she stepped out of the room, was half the class getting up and running over towards Kurt’s desk to copy off his paper.
“So, may I ask you something?” She asked her, new prized pupil, “how did you become fluent in French and Spanish? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I didn’t think public schools offered that advanced language courses.” Kurt barely held in the burst of laughter that threatened to erupt from the pit of his stomach.
“Oh no. Hell no, McKinley’s language department, was dismal at best. My mother was a foreign language teacher before she had me. I spent my childhood speaking more French and Spanish, than speaking English, much to my Dad’s chagrin. She felt that it was important for people to be able to speak more than one language, and wanted me to be multi-lingual from a young age.” His French teacher nodded.
“She did an admirable job. I’d love to meet her, if she did such a great job with you as a child.” Kurt’s face fell.
“She…died 8 years ago.” This time it was Madame Monroe’s turn to have her face fall.
“I’m so sorry.” She apologized, for no reason, except that it’s socially customary. Kurt waved it off.
“It’s fine. After she died, I mostly stuck to English, because my dad couldn’t speak French or Spanish, but once I got to where I could start taking foreign languages in school, it all came rushing back to me.”
“Well that clearly explains why you’re the only one who gets A+’s in my class.” Kurt gave her a small smile. “Would you be interested in tutoring, as in being one, not benefiting from?” Kurt was hesitant. With Warblers, and the workload he had, he wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to take on something like this. Apparently his teacher noticed his wariness. “Are there any classes, that you’re having trouble in? Because becoming a tutor in any class, can qualify you for some extra credit in a class you so choose.” This was news to Kurt. News he definitely needed, because he was desperate to get a 4.0 this semester, and he wasn’t going to do it if he didn’t get his History grade up. Extra credit was a privilege given at Dalton, for those who worked hard, and still had trouble. No one would give extra credit to those who did not work hard to begin with. Tutoring others showed that you had the mental and academic discipline to do the work.
“Well…I’m getting a C in History…” She smiled warmly at him.
“Perfect! So how about it?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Please say yes. You’re the only student at Dalton who qualifies as a French tutor. I only allow those with a 97% average or better.” Kurt’s heart swelled with pride at being the only person in the school to have a French grade in such a high percentile. It was so far from McKinley that he was about to burst.
“I’ll sleep on it, and let you know tomorrow.”
With that she motioned for him to reenter the room, everyone was quietly back at their seats working. Though, when Kurt got back to his seat, he took one look at his desk, rolled his eyes and said, “Madam, my work is missing.”
Later on that night Kurt was sitting in the middle of his living room, watching TV with Burt and Finn. Well Kurt was half watching TV, and half reading Vogue. Burt had been asking the two of them how school had been. “School was school.” Finn replied. “Though we’re doing some awesome stuff, getting ready for Nationals.” Kurt groaned. Finn looked weirdly at Kurt and shrugged.
“How about you Kurt? How’s Dalton?”
“Pretty good actually. I discovered that I have the highest French average than every student in the school today.” Burt stared at him, shock written all over his face. “Why do you look so alarmed? Like you didn’t know I was fluent…”
“It’s not that I didn’t know you were amazing at French, but that you’d actually be able to find that statistic out…” Burt corrected, and Kurt launched into how he and the French teacher had an entire conversation in French while the other boys stared in wonder, and how she asked him to become a tutor.
“I just don’t know if I should take on tutoring. If I was getting paid for it, I could see doing it, but all I’d get is the ability for extra work for Chemistry to get Extra Credit.” Kurt shrugged his shoulders and sighed not knowing what to do. “I mean, I need the extra credit for History, but I’m not sure if tutoring would be the greatest way to get it.”
“Are there others ways of getting Extra Credit?” Finn asked. Kurt nodded.
“Ask my history professor.” Kurt deadpanned. “All I have to do is go and ask Dr. Martin if he’ll allow me some extra credit…the only difference is if I ask him for extra credit…he can deny it. If I go to him with tutoring behind me, he can’t refuse me.”
“Well excuse me for pointing out what seems obvious Kurt, but I think you should go for it.” Burt told him.
“Dad, I would but think about it…There’s only 24 hours in a weekday. I’m sleeping from midnight to 5 usually. I’m bathing, dressing, and basically getting ready for school between 5 and 6:30. I’m driving to school between 6:30 and 7. I’m in school from 7 until 3:30. I’m at Warblers practice from 3:30 to 5. I’m driving home from 5 to 5:30. I’m doing homework from 5:30 to 6:30, when I start cooking dinner, until about 8, and then it’s back to more homework. My life is so tedious and scheduled that there’s literally no time for tutoring except on weekends, and if you think I’m giving up my weekends, you’re delusional.”
“I see your point…” Burt admitted the problem.
“Didn’t you say that the Warblers were going to be cutting down on practices, now that you’re not competing anymore?” Finn asked.
“True…but there still only cutting back on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We still have practices Mondays, and Wednesdays, and Fridays.”
“So you can tutor kids on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Just try it. If it’ll bring up your history grade?” Burt offered up.
“To be honest…if I were to continue having those migraines, I’m not sure I could handle it. I wouldn’t want to half-ass helping anyone because my head was hurting, you know?” It wasn’t that Kurt didn’t want the extra credit for history, he really did. He really wanted that 4.0 for the semester. He wanted to prove to his father that he hadn’t spent all the money on tuition for nothing. But at the same time, the migraines would really kill any tutoring time if they interfered.
“You know Kurt, there is one way to stop the migraines…or maybe at least be able to get rid of them quicker after they start…”
“Don’t say it Dad. I’m not going to see a doctor.” Kurt adamantly told his father. “You know that I don’t trust doctors.”
“But Kurt, your migraines aren’t something to be taken lightly. We need to get them checked out. They could be something serious.” Burt tried to reason with his son.
Burt knew the reason that Kurt hated doctors. On some level, he understood his hatred and agreed with it, but on another level completely, he knew that the doctors that operated on him after his heart attack, saved his life. He, himself, had started to trust doctors after he came back from the brink of death, and Kurt needed to learn that doctors weren’t all bad. Carole was a nurse, and worked with doctors every day. Kurt trusted her, why couldn’t he trust that she knew he needed to see someone about the migraines he was getting?
“I’m not going to the doctor Dad.” Kurt said, with an air of finality about it. He stood up and stormed upstairs into his room. Flopping onto his bed, he sighed. Why was everyone so interested in trying to get him to go to the doctor? What was a doctor going to do? Give him some pain relievers that wouldn’t work? The Excedrin that he tried the week prior didn’t work. The Advil he tried didn’t work. What makes them think that any prescription drug a doctor could give him, would make them go away? It was disheartening to know that the only thing they wanted him to do about his migraines was see a doctor. There were a thousand other things he could try first.
Kurt quickly grabbed his laptop off his desk and flipped it open and waited for it to turn on. As soon as it was, he typed in “migraine remedies” into the search bar. He found a bunch of different things that could help him get rid of the headaches, and he was going to try each and every one of them before he would ever go to a doctor.
One home remedy says that caffeine helps combat migraines. ‘Well then, I’ll just have to go to The Lima Bean, with Blaine more often.’
Increasing niacin and magnesium can help reduce migraines. ‘Well then, I’m just going to have to eat more salads.’
Achieving an orgasm, can combat migraines. ‘Well then, maybe if I show this to Blaine, he and I can figure out a way to stop my migraines together…’
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Chapter 3 Chapter 5
Title: Invisible Illness Chapter 4
Rating: R (to be safe)
Spoilers (if any): None
Warnings (if any): None
Word Count: 4455
Summary: Kurt and Blaine wake up to find themselves still together, what happens after they realize Burt let them stay together that night?
Author's Note: This is a therapy fic. I'm writing this as a way to cope with the struggles that come with Invisible Illnesses, both having one myself, and living with a family member with multiple ones. If at any time the characters in this story seem to have struggles so far out there, that it all seems made up, please keep in mind that these are the struggles of those living with Invisible Illnesses every day, and none of them are made up.
Invisible Illnesses expected to turn up in this story: Chronic Migraines, Multiple Sclerosis, Fibromyalgia, and Diabetes. Others may make appearances, but these you can be sure will show up.
The French used in this chapter is a combination of my 7 years of high school French classes, and an English to French translator. If anything is wrong, I'm sorry.
When the two boys woke up early the next morning, they were both surprised to find that they were actually together, in the same bed. Neither of them had thought Burt would let them actually sleep in the same room, in the same bed…ever. It was something they wanted to cherish, but at the same time, had to worry over. “Do you think he remembered you were here?” Kurt wondered aloud, as the two of them quickly got out of bed, intent on getting Blaine out of the house before Burt woke up.
“I don’t know, honestly. He knew I was up here…. He saw me come up last night….he was standing right there.” Kurt nodded.
“This is so not like him.” Kurt shook his head, before seeing a piece of paper taped to the doorframe, that neither had noticed before. He walked over towards it, picked it up and read it out loud.
Boys,
Don’t freak out and try and sneak Blaine out this morning. I know that he stayed here last night.
So do his parents. I’m not mad. We’ll talk about it later.
Burt
“Why the hell would your dad let me sleep here last night? I mean, after the time with Rachel’s party….I thought that’d be the last thing to ever happen.”
“Seriously, I thought I was the one with the addled brain.” Kurt quipped. Blaine frowned, not liking it when Kurt talked about himself like that.
“Don’t say that.” He told Kurt, as he made his way back over towards the bed, gesturing for Kurt to do the same. He looked at Kurt’s alarm clock on his end table and saw that it was only quarter to 6 in the morning on a Sunday. “Come on, it’s not time to get up yet. Let’s go back to sleep.” Kurt frowned but walked over to the bed and crawled in first so that Blaine could once again take up his spot as big spoon. However, Kurt wasn’t quite interested in going back to sleep. They had been sleeping since about 8pm the night before, and that was quite a long time…especially for Blaine who hadn’t been suffering from a migraine. He rolled over in Blaine’s arms and kissed Blaine’s perfect lips. Kurt was in the mood for a make-out session, and he was going to get one. He hadn’t had one in a few days, and when he was determined, he got what he wanted. Blaine returned the kiss, smiling into it. “Oh, so is that how you want to play it…” he murmured against Kurt’s mouth.
Not saying anything Kurt pulled Blaine on top of him and then quickly wrapped his arms around his neck, to bring their mouths closer together. Blaine’s tongue left his mouth, running along the edge of Kurt’s in silent request, to which Kurt immediately opened his mouth to. They continued in this fashion for quite a while, their tongues dancing, lips connected every moment that was physically possible for the two young men. It was just them. It was a while until they broke apart, catching their breaths. Blaine stayed on top of Kurt, resting his weight on his elbows, and resting his forehead onto Kurt’s. Glancing up into Blaine’s soulful brown eyes, he smiled. “I love you, Blaine Daniel Anderson.” Blaine didn’t even try to hide the grin that broke out on his face.
“I love you too, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.” Blaine leaned down again to capture Kurt’s lips. Kurt was extremely happy that they were finally having some alone time. Even if it was with Finn and his parents right next door, and across the hall. As Blaine lightly nipped at Kurt’s bottom lip, Kurt’s hands went up to mess with Blaine’s hair. Blaine moved his mouth down towards Kurt’s jaw, and collarbone, kissing, sucking, and nipping as he went. Kurt’s heart began to beat faster. Kurt moaned at the sensations that Blaine was causing to course throughout his body, settling within a very special region. Instinctively Kurt’s hips pushed up against Blaine’s, causing the older boy to moan appreciatively. “Ohh… Kurt..” Blaine brought his lips back up to Kurt’s and kissed him passionately. They had never quite done this before. They had only gone so far as to make-out, making sure that neither of their lower bodies were anywhere near each other, for fear of scaring the other off. Which in hindsight seemed a little stupid now, since it seemed neither of them truly had a problem with it.
Kurt’s little Kurt, quickly began to get harder as Blaine kissed him, and was subconsciously grinding into him. The two broke their mouths apart after a few minutes, in order to catch their breath. “Wow…” Kurt spoke, because honestly there were no other words coming to mind. That had been the best thing he’d experienced in a long time.
“Seriously…” Kurt leaned back up to capture Blaine’s lips, but Blaine held him off, a bit hesitant. “Babe, you’re parents are right across the hall…” Kurt pouted, making Blaine laugh. “C’mon Kurt. I don’t feel comfortable doing this with them home…” Kurt sighed.
“Fine, but we will be continuing this at a later date.” Kurt glared at him, which once again made Blaine laugh.
“I’d love a rain check.” Blaine smiled as he rolled off to the side of Kurt and pulled their bodies flush together. It was times like these that made all the bad ones worth it. When Kurt had gotten bullied at McKinley. When Blaine had gotten harassed at his old school. When Kurt had his migraines, and couldn’t do anything with Blaine besides tear up in his arms. All the pain and suffering the two boys had gone through, was made worth it, when they could spend even just a moment of time together, by themselves. They fell back to sleep in that position, both of them smiling, happier than either of them were the previous week.
When the two walked downstairs later on, they saw Burt and Carole sitting at the kitchen counter sipping coffee. They were chatting about something Kurt didn’t quite want to know about, so he ignored it and walked into the kitchen to pour himself and Blaine a cup of coffee. “Hi guys.”
“Hi Kurt, Hi Blaine.” Burt said to the shorter boy who was waiting in the hallway, wondering if it was actually safe to come out. At his name, he walked out as if he had just come down from Kurt’s room.
“Hi..” he said, a slight blush rose in his cheeks. Burt had seen the obviously guilty look on Blaine’s face, and brushed it off. Blaine wasn’t quite so easy to brush it off, not after what he and Kurt had almost gotten up to earlier that morning.
“Don’t look so guilty. I know exactly what happened last night. You fell asleep, while you were comforting my son. I had every intention of kicking you out of the house last night around 11, but decided against it. You two were just so peaceful.” Okay it wasn’t a complete lie…Kurt seemed a little peaceful, Blaine seemed unnerved that Kurt had been in so much pain, but at the same time, knowing that Blaine cared about Kurt that much gave Burt a warm feeling about the boy whom a few months ago, Burt would have gladly killed had Kurt asked him to. “I called your mom, and let her know that you were staying here, and that you likely wouldn’t be home. She understood.”
“Thanks, Burt.” Blaine smiled, appreciative of the consideration the older man had given him. He knew that had Finn and Quinn decided to fall asleep together, they would be broken apart before you could say ‘get out of my house you hussy.’ “Speaking of, how’s your head feeling Kurt?” Kurt just grimaced.
“I’d wish people would stop asking me that. I’m not always in pain…” He sighed. It was one of the downsides to getting frequent migraines. Everyone around you always wanted to know how you were doing after one. How were you feeling, how was the pain, was it too bright for you, was it too loud for you. Kurt had been treated differently all his life for one thing or another, and the last thing he wanted was special treatment in his own home.
“We just want to know how your head is feeling, Kurt. We know how much the migraines have been hurting you lately.” This was another thing that Kurt disliked. He disliked pity. No, scratch that, he hated it. He does not tolerate pity well. He didn’t when his mom died, he didn’t when his dad had the heart attack, and he didn’t when he was bullied, so why would he start now?
“I’m fine. My head isn’t hurting, there are no other symptoms, and I can do everything else that I planned on doing today. Which mostly considered of homework, homework, oh and look more homework.” He drawled out.
“I have been a little worried about them though,” Carole told the three men in the room. “Migraines usually mean something. They aren’t usually a sign of nothing. Maybe we should get Kurt checked out by a doctor.”
At the same time Burt said “That’s a good idea…”
Kurt firmly said “Hell no.”
Everyone looked at Kurt, surprised that he would take such a tone with them when it came to his health. “But why Kurt?” Blaine asked, perplexed at his boyfriend’s reluctance to see a doctor, that could possibly do something to prevent any more migraines from occurring.
“I don’t like doctors.” Kurt stated simply. “I never have, and I never will.” With that, he picked up his coffee, and walked into the living room to watch some T.V.
“Why doesn’t he like doctors?” Carole asked, a little affronted, because she is a nurse after-all.”
“It all happened after Elizabeth died…” Burt started. This was a story he didn’t like to tell, but he figured they had a right to know why Kurt hated doctors so much. “When Elizabeth died…it was very, very sudden. We had little to no warning whatsoever. I remember the day we found out she had cancer, perfectly.” He then went on to tell them about how she had woken up, unable to breathe in the middle of the night, forcing Burt out of his slumber. He couldn’t help her, except to call an ambulance. When it got there, they had to intubate her, in order to get her to breathe even a little bit. “It’s where they stick a long tube down windpipe into your lunge, so there’s a steady flow of air into it, that isn’t impeded by your body…” Burt told Blaine, who looked a little confused. He went on to say how they MRI’d her chest, and found 3 tumors inside her lungs, as well as a tumor on her spinal chord. Burt’s voice began to break around then. After a few minutes of pulling himself together, he continued. “They found in total, 8 different tumors that were inside of her. Three in her lungs, 2 on her spinal chord, 1 on her liver, 1 on her rib cage, and one on her right femur. She had blown past stage 1, 2 and 3 of cancer right into stage 4 without anyone catching it. It had spread to all different parts of her body, and she died 10 days after we initially got the diagnosis.”
Then the proverbial light bulb went off in both Blaine and Carole’s minds. “So when you had the heart attack, and went into the hospital…” Burt nodded.
“My guess is that he flashbacked to the days of his mom’s time in the hospital, and was subconsciously counting down from 10.”
“My gosh Burt….you were in a coma for 9 days.” Carole cried out, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.
“I know.” They all let this information settle in, before Blaine left to find Kurt. He found Kurt in the living room, watching, or rather looking at the TV, that had been placed on early morning Sunday Service. From this fact, Blaine could clearly tell that Kurt was upset. He sat down beside Kurt and gathered him up in his arms.
“I’m not going to the doctors, Blaine.” Kurt told him, but let him be pulled into Blaine’s warm embrace.
“I know you don’t want to, but I just want what’s best for you. I don’t like seeing you go through these migraines.” Blaine kissed the side of his head. Kurt snuggled into Blaine and looked up to stare into his face.
“I know you don’t Blaine, and neither do I like going through them.” He smiled, at his little joke. “But I will do anything before I go to the doctors.”
“But doctors can do so much for you! They can figure out if something is going on in that brain of yours,” Blaine nuzzled Kurt’s head after saying so. “They can give you a prescription to make them go away. Don’t you want to know why you’re getting them?”
“Of course I do Blaine, but not at the expense of going to a doctor.”
“Why?”
“Why are you pushing this?” Kurt asked, starting to get angry.
“Because I don’t want you to have migraines, when you don’t have to. Because I don’t want you to sleep half the day away when you have one. I love you Kurt, and I don’t want to see you in pain. If a doctor can prevent that, I’m all for it.” Blaine spelled it out for his boyfriend, like he was talking to a five year old.
“But I’m not.” Kurt removed himself from Blaine’s embrace, got up from the couch and moved to the other side of the living room, grabbing the remote off the table and started to flip through the channels to find something on. Blaine just sighed in defeat, knowing that until Kurt realizes that a doctor is the most logical choice for his problems, he’s not going to win the war he was fighting against migraines.
Meanwhile back in the kitchen, Carole held onto Burt, comforting him as much as she could, but still her pragmatic, and nurse-like brain kept a hold of her. “Burt, there still could be something wrong with him. He needs to be checked out by a doctor.” Burt nodded.
“I know.”
Over the next week and a half, Kurt wasn‘t as great as he wished he had been. He got his massive history term paper finished, he read the three books he needed to for his final exam which was slowly approaching in British Lit, and was slowly coming to terms with the fact that he’ll never make an A in History, no matter how much he tried. Those were all good, but on the bad side…he and Blaine still weren’t quite the same after their argument on Sunday over him going to the doctor. Kurt didn’t quite know why Blaine was so upset about him not willing to go, because its Kurt’s problem, not Blaine’s. They still talked, they still hung out, but there wasn’t the same easy-going honesty as there once was. They hadn’t worked out the problem yet, and Kurt wasn’t sure if they would until he folded and went to the doctor, or Blaine folded and stopped pressuring him to go.
He was currently in the middle of his French II class where they were practicing conjugating verbs, which was boring for him, since he was practically fluent in the language. He sat there, conjugated them out rather quickly, and then sat staring at the wall for the rest of the class, thinking about what he had in store. “Monsieur Hummel?” his teacher, Madame Monroe asked him. “Pourquoi vous ne faites pas l'attention?” (Mister Hummel, Why aren’t you paying attention?)
“Pardon, Madame. Je suis desole. Mais je suis déjà aisé en français, et peut conjuguer ces verbes dans mon sommeil.” Suddenly everyone was staring at him, no clue what he had just said. (Pardon me, M’am. I’m sorry, but I’m already fluent and French and can conjugate these verbs in my sleep.)
“Alors, pourquoi prenez-vous cette classe?” (Then why are you taking this class?)
“J’ai besoin d’une classe optionelle.” The teacher nodded, but still looked slightly put off. (I needed an elective)
“Pourquoi vous n'avez pas pris une autre langue, comme Italien ou Espagnol?” (Why didn’t you take another language, like Italian, or Spanish?)
“Je suis aisé en Espagnol, aussi. La classe Italienne était pleine avant que je pourrais aie enregistré.” She waved him to come to the front of the class. (I am also fluent in Spanish. The Italian class was fully by the time I got to register.)
“Allez ici.” (Come here.) Kurt got up and walked over towards the teacher. In any other situation, the class would be ‘ooohing’ but since he had just carried on a full conversation, in French with her, they knew he couldn’t possibly be in trouble. She pulled him out into the hallway and quickly told the students to keep conjugating the verbs on the board. What she didn’t see when she stepped out of the room, was half the class getting up and running over towards Kurt’s desk to copy off his paper.
“So, may I ask you something?” She asked her, new prized pupil, “how did you become fluent in French and Spanish? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I didn’t think public schools offered that advanced language courses.” Kurt barely held in the burst of laughter that threatened to erupt from the pit of his stomach.
“Oh no. Hell no, McKinley’s language department, was dismal at best. My mother was a foreign language teacher before she had me. I spent my childhood speaking more French and Spanish, than speaking English, much to my Dad’s chagrin. She felt that it was important for people to be able to speak more than one language, and wanted me to be multi-lingual from a young age.” His French teacher nodded.
“She did an admirable job. I’d love to meet her, if she did such a great job with you as a child.” Kurt’s face fell.
“She…died 8 years ago.” This time it was Madame Monroe’s turn to have her face fall.
“I’m so sorry.” She apologized, for no reason, except that it’s socially customary. Kurt waved it off.
“It’s fine. After she died, I mostly stuck to English, because my dad couldn’t speak French or Spanish, but once I got to where I could start taking foreign languages in school, it all came rushing back to me.”
“Well that clearly explains why you’re the only one who gets A+’s in my class.” Kurt gave her a small smile. “Would you be interested in tutoring, as in being one, not benefiting from?” Kurt was hesitant. With Warblers, and the workload he had, he wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to take on something like this. Apparently his teacher noticed his wariness. “Are there any classes, that you’re having trouble in? Because becoming a tutor in any class, can qualify you for some extra credit in a class you so choose.” This was news to Kurt. News he definitely needed, because he was desperate to get a 4.0 this semester, and he wasn’t going to do it if he didn’t get his History grade up. Extra credit was a privilege given at Dalton, for those who worked hard, and still had trouble. No one would give extra credit to those who did not work hard to begin with. Tutoring others showed that you had the mental and academic discipline to do the work.
“Well…I’m getting a C in History…” She smiled warmly at him.
“Perfect! So how about it?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Please say yes. You’re the only student at Dalton who qualifies as a French tutor. I only allow those with a 97% average or better.” Kurt’s heart swelled with pride at being the only person in the school to have a French grade in such a high percentile. It was so far from McKinley that he was about to burst.
“I’ll sleep on it, and let you know tomorrow.”
With that she motioned for him to reenter the room, everyone was quietly back at their seats working. Though, when Kurt got back to his seat, he took one look at his desk, rolled his eyes and said, “Madam, my work is missing.”
Later on that night Kurt was sitting in the middle of his living room, watching TV with Burt and Finn. Well Kurt was half watching TV, and half reading Vogue. Burt had been asking the two of them how school had been. “School was school.” Finn replied. “Though we’re doing some awesome stuff, getting ready for Nationals.” Kurt groaned. Finn looked weirdly at Kurt and shrugged.
“How about you Kurt? How’s Dalton?”
“Pretty good actually. I discovered that I have the highest French average than every student in the school today.” Burt stared at him, shock written all over his face. “Why do you look so alarmed? Like you didn’t know I was fluent…”
“It’s not that I didn’t know you were amazing at French, but that you’d actually be able to find that statistic out…” Burt corrected, and Kurt launched into how he and the French teacher had an entire conversation in French while the other boys stared in wonder, and how she asked him to become a tutor.
“I just don’t know if I should take on tutoring. If I was getting paid for it, I could see doing it, but all I’d get is the ability for extra work for Chemistry to get Extra Credit.” Kurt shrugged his shoulders and sighed not knowing what to do. “I mean, I need the extra credit for History, but I’m not sure if tutoring would be the greatest way to get it.”
“Are there others ways of getting Extra Credit?” Finn asked. Kurt nodded.
“Ask my history professor.” Kurt deadpanned. “All I have to do is go and ask Dr. Martin if he’ll allow me some extra credit…the only difference is if I ask him for extra credit…he can deny it. If I go to him with tutoring behind me, he can’t refuse me.”
“Well excuse me for pointing out what seems obvious Kurt, but I think you should go for it.” Burt told him.
“Dad, I would but think about it…There’s only 24 hours in a weekday. I’m sleeping from midnight to 5 usually. I’m bathing, dressing, and basically getting ready for school between 5 and 6:30. I’m driving to school between 6:30 and 7. I’m in school from 7 until 3:30. I’m at Warblers practice from 3:30 to 5. I’m driving home from 5 to 5:30. I’m doing homework from 5:30 to 6:30, when I start cooking dinner, until about 8, and then it’s back to more homework. My life is so tedious and scheduled that there’s literally no time for tutoring except on weekends, and if you think I’m giving up my weekends, you’re delusional.”
“I see your point…” Burt admitted the problem.
“Didn’t you say that the Warblers were going to be cutting down on practices, now that you’re not competing anymore?” Finn asked.
“True…but there still only cutting back on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We still have practices Mondays, and Wednesdays, and Fridays.”
“So you can tutor kids on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Just try it. If it’ll bring up your history grade?” Burt offered up.
“To be honest…if I were to continue having those migraines, I’m not sure I could handle it. I wouldn’t want to half-ass helping anyone because my head was hurting, you know?” It wasn’t that Kurt didn’t want the extra credit for history, he really did. He really wanted that 4.0 for the semester. He wanted to prove to his father that he hadn’t spent all the money on tuition for nothing. But at the same time, the migraines would really kill any tutoring time if they interfered.
“You know Kurt, there is one way to stop the migraines…or maybe at least be able to get rid of them quicker after they start…”
“Don’t say it Dad. I’m not going to see a doctor.” Kurt adamantly told his father. “You know that I don’t trust doctors.”
“But Kurt, your migraines aren’t something to be taken lightly. We need to get them checked out. They could be something serious.” Burt tried to reason with his son.
Burt knew the reason that Kurt hated doctors. On some level, he understood his hatred and agreed with it, but on another level completely, he knew that the doctors that operated on him after his heart attack, saved his life. He, himself, had started to trust doctors after he came back from the brink of death, and Kurt needed to learn that doctors weren’t all bad. Carole was a nurse, and worked with doctors every day. Kurt trusted her, why couldn’t he trust that she knew he needed to see someone about the migraines he was getting?
“I’m not going to the doctor Dad.” Kurt said, with an air of finality about it. He stood up and stormed upstairs into his room. Flopping onto his bed, he sighed. Why was everyone so interested in trying to get him to go to the doctor? What was a doctor going to do? Give him some pain relievers that wouldn’t work? The Excedrin that he tried the week prior didn’t work. The Advil he tried didn’t work. What makes them think that any prescription drug a doctor could give him, would make them go away? It was disheartening to know that the only thing they wanted him to do about his migraines was see a doctor. There were a thousand other things he could try first.
Kurt quickly grabbed his laptop off his desk and flipped it open and waited for it to turn on. As soon as it was, he typed in “migraine remedies” into the search bar. He found a bunch of different things that could help him get rid of the headaches, and he was going to try each and every one of them before he would ever go to a doctor.
One home remedy says that caffeine helps combat migraines. ‘Well then, I’ll just have to go to The Lima Bean, with Blaine more often.’
Increasing niacin and magnesium can help reduce migraines. ‘Well then, I’m just going to have to eat more salads.’
Achieving an orgasm, can combat migraines. ‘Well then, maybe if I show this to Blaine, he and I can figure out a way to stop my migraines together…’
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