The Impossible Children

Rachel had called. This was the tenth time in the past few days, which Kurt realized meant that she was showing restraint (which was uncommon for her.) Her voicemail messages were becoming increasingly concerned; the last two bordered on frantic. He sighed miserably. He would have to talk to her; he should answer her. It was not fair to her to keep ignoring her for no real reason.

Finally, after another failed attempt at contact and a very worried voicemail message, Kurt answered on call number twelve. "Hey."

"Kurt! What's going on? Why haven't you been answering your phone? Are you alright?" was Rachel's greeting.

"I'm- I'm fine, Rachel," he lied, simply because he had no idea what else to say, "Well, look, I-I'll have to—I'll explain later, okay? I'm in the hospital, and there's something wrong, but I'm- I'm not like dying or anything—" The accuracy of that part remained to be seen, but Kurt was not getting into that right now. "and I promise I'll tell you when I get home; I just don't wanna talk about it right now, okay?" He continued with a bit more honesty.

"O-okay," Rachel responded, "as long as you're okay."

"I'm, yeah, I'm close enough, I guess," Kurt said.

"And you've even got Santana worried," Rachel mentioned.

"Well, pass that information along to her then," Kurt said.

"Of course," Rachel said, "I will."

"What about you, Rachel? Is everything alright? You seem like you've got something on your mind," Kurt asked.

"Oh, I've just been worried about you, and, well, we can talk more about it when you get home," Rachel replied, "So, when are you coming home?"

"Probably tomorrow or the day after...tomorrow, I hope," Kurt answered. He figured that was an optimistic estimate, but he could not face the idea of staying longer at the moment.

The two chatted for several minutes. It would have almost felt like a slice of normal life, if not for the fact that both sides were preoccupied. Soon, Kurt grew tired; so, they agreed to talk more later.

Blaine had called him once again some time after he had fallen asleep. Kurt glared at his phone. Blaine had left a message, but Kurt already knew that he did not want to hear it. He could not and would not deal with Blaine and Blaine's problems on top of what was going on now.

"Kurt, I don't know why you haven't been answering your phone, but—" Blaine's tone was not as confrontational as Kurt expected, but he still deleted the message before it could finish.

He fully expected another call or message of some sort tomorrow, if not later that day. It had been that way ever since he had made the mistake of sleeping with his ex nearly a month ago. Blaine's particular brand of crazy was difficult enough to deal with under normal circumstances, so under these circumstances Kurt refused to put up with any of it.

Maybe months of being ignored would be enough to finally make Blaine give up. "I guess that's it then," Kurt reflected, "I probably just cut Blaine from my life." He hated how mixed his feelings were at that thought, but he knew in time they would probably no longer be.

He was depressed and not feeling well, and there was not much to do, so he considered going back to sleep. His father had gone for another walk, presumably to talk to Carole and give Kurt some space. On that matter, Kurt was actually conflicted; on the one hand, he did want to be alone, but on the other, his father was sort of a comforting presence in all this madness.

He was almost asleep again when Adam called. Adam. He felt his heart sink at the sight of the name. He could not answer the call. What would he even say? He couldn't act like everything was normal and alright, but he had no idea how he could tell Adam, if he even wanted to, or if he even should.

The thought of even trying to tell the other man was mortifying. His condition was literally unbelievable, and it was unfortunately laughable. He dreaded explaining it to anyone, and so, had decided to explain it only to those he had to.

And he didn't have to explain it to Adam. It wasn't as it they'd been involved in a serious relationship for that long. Nevermind that it had been going so well, that Adam made Kurt feel happy and wanted in a way he hadn't felt for some time.

He couldn't put Adam through whatever this was though. It would not be fair. Adam deserved better. Adam was a nice, incredibly sane, perfectly and respectably normal, young man, and he deserved better than whatever this bizarre, horrific, anomalous mess was. Kurt had to end things now for Adam's sake. He had to keep away from Adam before things progressed any further, before they got any closer and Adam felt any more obligation and before whatever was going on with Kurt now got any more bizarre and out of control.

Besides, why should Adam stay with him? He couldn't reasonably expect Adam to anyway. This whole situation was unbelievably weird—hell, "weird" was an understatement—and they couldn't just pretend it wasn't. And it wasn't weird in the "quirky" or charming way, it was bad and awkward and embarrassing and nightmarish. This was probably going to destroy his body, and he didn't expect Adam or anyone to pretend that he was still attractive in the process. Adam would want to leave, and he should not have to feel bad about it.

Somehow Kurt found himself even more depressed now. He really liked Adam, and this thing—whatever it was—had ruined yet another important part of his life. It hurt so much, and he felt so alone. Alone in this scary, life-ruining—possibly life-ending—impossible situation. He was glad his father was still out of the room because he could feel himself breaking down.

The day of Kurt's release from the hospital was a gloomy, overcast one. It seemed appropriate somehow for what Kurt had deemed to be the beginning of the end of his life. It was almost like the weather was trying to dramatically reflect his mood, which would have amused him more if he didn't feel so numb.

He had debated with his father about going back home with him. Burt had been rather insistent on the matter. In a way, Kurt understood and almost agreed; he would miss his family terribly, and he predicted in this situation he would come to miss them even more terribly than ever.

He could not do this in Lima, Ohio though. He knew too many people, and there were too many of them he did not want to face in this condition. He did not think he could handle the potential aggravation, nor the likely humiliation. In the end, Burt begrudgingly got Kurt's point, and he surrendered, although it was clear that he did not want to leave Kurt, especially not like this. If Kurt was honest, he really did not want him to go either. Both men would fight tears later when they at last had to part.

Then, he spoke with Dr. Samuels at length about how to proceed from here, and some things to expect (well, to possibly expect, if this would go in any predictable fashion at all) and some things to do and not to do. It was overwhelming, and Kurt did not expecct it, or any of this, to ever stop beign overwhelming.

"You'll need to get regular check ups, and I'd like for you to come here and see me," Dr. Samuels said, "So, I know I'm unloading a lot of stuff on you right now, but try not to worry too much about all of it at the moment, okay?"

"O-okay," Kurt said, but truthfully his head was spinning and likely would not stop for a while.

"So, I'd like to go ahead and set up an appointment for you to come back in a few weeks," Dr. Samuels continued. He paused and when Kurt made no reply, he added, "Sound good?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Kurt agreed, half-heartedly.

Once they set up the appointment, Dr. Samuels said, "And be sure to call me if anything comes up, okay?"

"Okay," Kurt answered, feeling a surge of fear course through him triggered by the question. He swallowed nervously and tried to focus on breathing.

Dr. Samuels finished jotting something down on his small notepad; he ripped out the page and handed it to Kurt. "Here," he said, "I'm giving you my personal number so you can always reach me. Feel free to call anytime. I mean it."

Kurt nodded. "Okay." He folded and pocketed the small slip of paper. "Thanks."

"It's no problem at all," Dr. Samuels said.

"So...am I free to go now?" Kurt asked.

"You are free to go. I release you," Dr. Samuels replied, "I'll see you in two weeks."