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Chapter 7.

Kurt felt so sick, his stomach was turning knots and his heart felt like it had been swallowed up by a black hole. He'd failed. The one thing in life he'd wanted to be able to do more than anything - he'd failed at. He was sure he was as white as a sheet with tear filled eyes. Dr. Roberts was talking about, God he didn't even know - everything just sounded like white noise.

He'd failed Milo.

Blaine's face was swamped with tears and their tracks; marking his perfectly coloured skin. Every now and then he'd gasp and whisper a 'no' staring blankly out the window behind Dr. Roberts and his desk.

"So what's next?" Blaine whispered numbly. Kurt taken aback by the speed of his decision to find something new to fix his son.

"Well, we can further test Mr Hummel's family members if they're willing but the chances of any being a match are extremely slim. An alternative, which is seen as unethical by some, is for the two of you to have another child."

"What?" Kurt said astounded.

"They're commonly called 'saviour siblings'. The chance of having a baby with the same genetic tissue code as Milo is 1 in 4 - significantly higher than the both of your chances already and also, there is some in-vitro treatment which can specifically implant embryos that will be babies that will be able to provide stem cells, or in their case umbilical cord blood, to help Milo recover."

"No." Kurt immediately put his foot down. "You don't bring a baby into this world to be 'spare-parts' for another person. Any child of mine will not be some old-banger car."

"It's the only option we have, Kurt." Blaine whimpered. "I need, Milo, I don't care about how he stays in my life. He just does, okay?"

"I'm sorry, Blaine." Blaine scoffed in mistrust and a hand went to cover his mouth as if to stifle a sob. Kurt looked at Dr. Roberts directly in the eye, pleading, "There must be something else, please."

"The only other option is the one we've been relying since the start of this process and this is a un-related, donor register match."

Kurt looked frantically between the doctor and the father of his child. "Well then we'll keep waiting."

"Kurt, I know this has been explained to you already but Milo is mixed-race. With his different nationalities on Blaine's side of the family, it makes it very unlikely to be able to find a match - let alone a willing donor who isn't any relation to your son." The Doctor took a deep breath. "And we just don't have that kind of time to wait around anymore. Milo is getting more sick by the hour, we are running out of options and I think it may be time, Blaine," He diverted his attention to the dark haired young man "to start thinking about getting in touch with Make A Wish Foundation or simply making Milo's current days memorable and comfortable for all."

"Are you trying to say we should give up?" Blaine's hoarse ran through the room like a cold chill.

"No, not give up, just prepa-"

"Do not tell me to prepare for my son to die!" Kurt's heart broke into a million pieces at the complete anger yet undesirable sorrow in Blaine's voice as the younger man rose out of his chair and slammed his hands down on the desk. "Do you realise what we've done to get this far?! We've put him through so much pain and we've basically taken away the tiny bit of childhood he had... And you want that to be for nothing?! No! ... You don't know what I've been through to be sat here. Every day I am racked with such guilt over the fact that this might be my fault - like it's some cruel act of the universe to get me back for having a baby so young, or more likely for me being this close to having my baby aborted. I lay down on that bed and some contraption was put inside of me and literally another few seconds and Milo just would have been taken away. I can't deal with the idea that we're just gonna give up and watch a five year old, my five year old die - that... that is not what is supposed to happen!"

"Blaine -"

"Mr Anderson."

"Mr Anderson, I don't think you're in the correct frame of mind to talk about this right now. How about you go take a break and we'll reconvene tomorrow?" Dr. Roberts suggested hopefully.

Blaine turned and walked out the door but not before muttering, "When will I ever be in the right frame of mind to talk about this."

Kurt quietly thanked the doctor, of course he wasn't entirely sure of what - the news he wanted to hear was replaced with the basic idea that the son he'd just met, just learnt of, was going to die. He'd just got off the phone with Cooper who was up in paediatrics with Milo and was now walking out into the corridor, silently searching for Blaine before seeing him further down the long white hallway, sat with his head in his hands, slumped against the wall.

He approached Blaine slowly, sitting next to him and offering a comforting hand to his shoulder before saying anything.

"Blaine, Cooper wants me to take you home." He muttered. Blaine looked up from his hands, red rimmed eyes and biting his lip.

"I need to stay here with Milo." He whispered.

"Cooper said he'd stay. You need to sleep, Blaine, need to contemplate all that was said. Your brother that he'll stay with Milo tonight because you need a whole night of sleep, not a restless night looking after our son."

"What if I don't want to go?"

A soft, almost invisible smile played on Kurt's lips. "I'll drag you kicking and screaming... But I do kinda need directions to your house." Silence fell upon them. "I'm sorry, Blaine."

"I'm not mad at you, Kurt. Like Roberts said you can't control genetics. I'm mad that it's all over."

Kurt pleaded desperately against Blaine's numb like state. "But it's not all over; my dad will get tested. Carole, Finn, Rachel too."

"You heard the doctor. Nothing will help our baby now..." Kurt sat in awe that Blaine had referred to Milo has 'theirs'. Plural - completely ignoring the last quiet words on his lips. "Except what you're not willing to give."

"My heart hurts." Kurt stated simply, the two men were sat on the sofa in Blaine's living room. Each with a large glass of red wine.

"Everything hurts... I honestly thought nothing more would hurt more than when you broke up with me, and it did, it really hurt. But... Jesus Christ was I wrong."

A further amount of guilt rushed over Kurt. He brought him legs up onto the sofa and turned directly to face Blaine. "I really loved you, y'know that right?" Blaine shrugged his shoulders slightly staring right into Kurt's aqua orbs. "I did. And even though it was all me and I did it in a horrible way - the break up hurt me too. I'd lost the boy I thought I was going to spend forever with because of distance. Something we swore wouldn't affect us."

"It's in the past, Kurt." Blaine moved his hand to rest softly on Kurt's forearm, tracing little circles with his thumb.

"Yeah." Kurt spoke hoarsely, equally staring into Blaine's entrancing hazel eyes. They stayed that way for what felt like forever.

All of a sudden Blaine was leaning in and planted his lips on Kurt's. Kurt was taken completely by surprise, and before he knew it Blaine was pushing him to lie down on the sofa and he started kissing his neck.

"Blaine." He gasped. "God... Blaine stop." Blaine continued. "Blaine, stop!" Kurt pushed Blaine off of him, not hard just enough to rock him back so he'd sit back upright by himself. "What do you think you're doing?" Blaine sat there silently. "Look, it's been a long and terrifying day. I'm going to pretend this never happened, okay? God knows you'd regret it."

"No I wouldn't."

"Blaine - - ."

"Stop, 'Blaine'-ing me! I wouldn't regret it, Kurt." He said spitefully. "Not because I still love you or want to be a perfect family with you. So you could actually do what I asked of you and help me save Milo!"

"What? You sound like a crazy person!"

"I wanted to have sex with you so we could have another baby. So we can use that baby's stem cells to get Milo better."

"You have got to me kidding me!" Kurt stood up. "I told you I don't want to do that."

"Why? Because you read 'My Sisters Keeper' in High School?!" Blaine shouted sarcastically.

"No. Because I just found out I'm a father to a child whose already in so much pain, I don't need another brand new life that's a part of me to go through that exact same pain but as a innocent, day old baby!"

"Is this to do with me talking about the abortion?!" Kurt's jaw dropped, where did he get that one from? "Are you that disgusted with me that again I'd consider hurting a little baby to better my own life, is that it?!"

"You're putting words in my mouth. Look, I love Milo just like you do but..."

"Love him like I do?! If you loved him like me you'd do this!" Blaine stormed out of the living room and into his bedroom.

Blaine was lying on his bed, curled into a ball on his side. He'd been there nearly an hour now, he'd hoped Kurt had left - even thought he had at one point but now he can hear him walking about - looking for Milo's bedroom no less.

Blaine hated the person he'd become. Baby's are precious, not some tool to make another child better. But the idea of him not trying everything to make Milo okay and him dying... it would honestly kill him too.

Plucking up all the courage he had, he stood up from the bed and opened his door to find Kurt standing in Milo's own bedroom directly opposite with the door wide open. He slowly approached the door frame of his little boy's room and lent on it. He didn't even make the slightest of sounds but Kurt knew he was there. "He likes space." Blaine murmured, watching Kurt look around the room in awe. It was a dusky cream on three walls, with a rather large navy cartoon spaceship (stencilled and painted by himself) on one of these walls; with a navy blue feature with planets on the wall his bed rested against.

"I had those sticky, glow in the dark stars on my ceiling too." Kurt whispered, almost regretfully. "Of course mine was classically decorated with glitter glue."

Blaine smiled at this before remembering where he was. "Yeah, one night he told me that when he used to wake up in the middle of the night - whether it be just because or if he had a bad dream - he'd wish on the stars for me to come find him because he didn't want me to be annoyed that he would wake me up by coming into my room. I always told him it was okay but he just didn't listen."

"He's compassionate."

"Definitely gets that from you."

"Look at me, Kurt, I'm angry and bitter and I'm taking everything out on you when it's all my fault and all you're trying to do is help." Blaine's voice cracked with the last word and Kurt rushed over to him, pulling him into his arms in a crushing hug before whispering in his ear softly:

"That's not because you're a bad person - you're a good man, Blaine. You're just in a shitty situation." Blaine just sighed, holding onto Kurt with everything he had before his mobile in his pocket started ringing. He immediately pulled it out and answered it, without even looking at the dial.

"Hello? - Coop, what's up? - What? Okay um - Yeah, yeah, we'll be right down - Hey, it's okay, don't worry - No, I completely understand just trust the doctors okay, I know I've said bad things about them but they really do know what they're doing - Love you too, see you soon."

Kurt's heart plummeted as soon as Blaine's composure on the phone fell when he hung up.

"Something's wrong with Milo, we gotta go."

And the award for most unpredictable writing patterns goes to me. Wheey. Sorry, I know it's just a filler - Burt will appear next!

Also, I'm not sure whether the Make A Wish Foundation mentioned in this chapter is international, but if you haven't heard of it before - please search it up and have a read of their website - the do the most amazing work.

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