I don't own Glee

Kurt can't even pretend to know how Blaine's feeling right now. He watches in horror as Blaine runs a hand through his hair and the thick curls fall out. Blaine's eyes are glassy as he looks at himself in the mirror. He finally pulls his hand away to see that his hair is patchy, parts of his head completely bare and the rest now considerably thinner than before. Suddenly, this has become real, too real. Blaine has cancer.

Before, when first diagnosed, Blaine had comforted Kurt, held him close and told him not to worry. Kurt had tried to pull himself together to no avail, he should be there for Blaine, not the other way around. Blaine had been so strong for Kurt, whispering sweet nothings into his ears as he fell asleep that night, tears trailing down his pale cheeks.

Now it is different. Blaine stares into his reflection unblinkingly. It's now real for him too. He has cancer. He's pretty sure that it's going to kill him. He finally seems to see Kurt, who is standing to the side of him, unmoving and feeling so awful. He stands, looking over at Blaine, not knowing what to do. He's never seen Blaine so broken, so defeated and it scares moves closer to Blaine tentatively, knowing that it was his turn to do the consoling. Blaine's eyes flicker over to his and he gasps slightly. Blaine's eyes are lifeless; cold and dead they gaze into Kurt's. Kurt realises with a twinge that Blaine has given up. He pulls the boy in, wrapping his arms around him and letting him sob into his shoulder. Blaine finally pulls away from Kurt, eyes red. For the first time Blaine looks ill and Kurt's terrified.

Blaine suddenly sees that there are some dark curls of hair littering the area where his head was previously resting on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt notices and cups Blaine's cheek with his hand, trying drawing his attention way from them. Blaine's gaze still drops and suddenly he's looking so ashamed of himself and fighting back a fresh wave of tears that threaten to overwhelm him. He speaks so quietly that Kurt nearly misses it and his voice breaks from his crying.

"I'm so ugly."

Kurt feels tears finally spill at Blaine's revelation. He realises quickly that his words aren't going to help, Blaine is too upset to listen to words of comfort. Instead, Kurt slips away from Blaine and goes into the kitchen. He returns a few moments later holding some scissors. A small part of Blaine is curious, but he is to weary and hurt to maintain any interest.

Kurt gently pushes Blaine onto the bed and offers a small peck on the cheek. He then proceeds to raise the scissors to his own hair, grab a small chunk and chop it off quickly. Blaine gives a shocked gasp as Kurt then continues to butcher his hair. Three minutes later Blaine still hasn't uttered a word, too moved by Kurt's gesture to even think about speaking. Kurt Hummel was obsessed with his hair looking good. The sheer amount of products in their shared bathroom reflected on Kurt's need to look good. Kurt would never even think about leaving their home with a single hair out of place, he carried small combs around with him whenever he went out 'just in case' and he refused to even think about using hair care products with non-organic ingredients.

Kurt's hair litters the floor in small clumps. Kurt puts down the scissors and offers Blaine a small smile. "We'll be ugly together."

I'm considering turning this into a multi chaptered fic, I do have an idea of where it could go so please give me feedback and tell me if I should or not.