I am so happy right now, I don’t even mind that it is raining and the umbrella I’m holding is just too small for hiding my favorite coat from it. I even think I’m jumping while I run to my flat’s entrance.

Perhaps it was because I could handle all the patients at the clinic, and Chandler bought me some flowers, I’ve been taking coffee time talks with Mercedes and Blaine hasn’t done a single experiment which involved a slashed human body part or dead animals in almost 3 days.
And the most important part of all: My limp is gone. Yay!

Nearly a month has passed since I moved to the 221B Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson (a.k.a Carole) always greets me politely and tells me I’m an angel sent from heaven, perhaps because sometimes we share cooking tips, I help her carry things and I keep an eye in her injured hip and I try to arrange things a bit from all the mess Blaine makes.

Cooper Anderson comes for a visit from time to time, I think Blaine doesn’t enjoy his presence, and Cooper seems very pleased while he is here. I don’t know if they’re mad with each other, but I can assure they’re not like an average pair of brothers. Well, and the most uncomfortable thing, answering Harry’s messages and emails, god, she’s really trying to cyberstalk me… But some things never change, for example: My nightmares, sometimes bearable, sometimes terrifying, memories of the Afghan wars still there, passing like a blizzard. Then there is the fact that I get constant warnings to stay away from Blaine. Why is everyone trying to tell me to get away from Blaine?

Mercedes made it very clear some days ago, right after we caught up with each other lives.
“He’s got a bad reputation, you know, that little flatmate of yours” She told me grabbing a bit of cheesecake with her spoon. I sighed. I had already been warned three times, I was getting really tired about that.

“Don’t tell me please.” I begged her, rolling my eyes.

“You are always welcome to come with me you know” She offered. I took a sip of my tea. That was a tempting offer; nevertheless I had my motives for denying that. She was married, and I couldn’t just come as an intruder to her life. Besides, sometimes she gets a bit bossy, bossy to the point that it is really annoying. A real diva, and two divas can’t share the same roof.

“Thank you, I’ll sleep over it” I reply. She seems a bit offended.

“I meant it Kurt, when I told you not to do silly things after your mother died” I shiver, her tone was anything but gently, when had she become so cold?

“Remember Kurt? I told you not to go to war kid, what you learned form that?” I remained silent.

“You like that kind of danger don’t you? Always so fucking interested in that dreadful business Kurt, when are you going to stop?”

“Why should I?”

“Because Blaine is heartless, he doesn’t mind about people’s feelings and I know you’re now sensible and I don’t want to see you crying again, and anymore… he’ll get you down, he’ll make you feel you’re miserable… he’ll even murder you, just to prove he is clever, I can’t forget about that damn skull of his” She explained, concerned.

“I’m not 17 Mercedes, I’ve grown out from being shouted all sorts of things… I can handle them pretty well, and I’m now able to build something on my own. I don’t need anybody’s help… Besides, I have other friends…” I shrugged.

“Like who? Please Kurt, you don’t even talk to Harry anymore…”

“I might have forgotten to call her…” She sighs; of course she knew I was lying.

“You need to know other people Kurt; you need to find yourself again, what about this Chandler guy who asked you out? Why don’t you accept it?”

“I didn’t refused to go out with him”

“Well you didn’t seem interested either”

“Look Kurt, do whatever you like honey, but please stay away from Blaine Anderson. “ She warned me while she hugged me. Oh god, she reminded me so much of my mother.

“You need to get over this… over Matt, Kurt” She hesitated; looking at me to be sure I was Okay with that. I shook my head.
“I never will”



Although the next day, I gave it a shot and accepted going out with Chandler for a coffee, I’m seriously a case of trust issues, like my therapist says.
I don’t know why I’m thinking about this right now.

I look at the door… it has something attached that smells kind of funny… I think it might be maple honey… Oh dear god I hope Blaine didn’t experimented with creepy insects again.

If I had to consider the most demanding things in my life besides the clinic work I’d just think about my daily rigorous moisturizing routine and the world’s only consulting detective: Mr. Blaine Anderson. Moisturizing because well, it takes it’s time, and Blaine because, well, he is Blaine, who seems to have…multiple personalities. He tells me he is going to fix everything once and the next day he gets me “exorcised”, the following week ignores me completely (I think he warned me about that, I don’t know but it feels … strange) like that time, when he brought a huge car wheel to the flat…

“Blaine, uh, what is a wheel doing in the middle of the tea table?” I asked him while I grabbed the newspaper. He was peering through his microscope.

“Crime scene’s object under observation Kurt…”

“Yeah, but why on the tea table? You could just, leave it somewhere but here…”

“Ugh, don’t ask that, it’s very obvious…” He mumbled against the microscope.

“It’s not obvious to me” I frowned. He turned and glared at me.

“What’s going on in your funny little brain Kurt? That must be so boring!” He complained, without even looking at me.
“Now you’re minding with my intelligence…”

“I see you’ve got your degree at Harvard, no need to worry about that… I don’t wanna be you either. Problem? ” He asked rising an eyebrow.

I had a thought, which stayed at the edge of my tongue: ‘That’s not kind Blaine, you can’t just insult me whenever you want…’ Instead of that, I just sighed, grabbed my jacket and slammed the door behind me. I needed fresh air. Sometimes I think he might kill me later, perhaps for one of his experiment’s hypothesis, but suddenly I realize I am the one worried that someday I would be the one to murder him. All thanks for the violence learnt in the army. That’s why I try to control myself. That night when I came home, I had to face Blaine’s silence, a clear sight of his annoying apathy.




I open the front door of the flat. My turn ended a few hours ago, Chandler asked me out tonight again, in what would be our fourth date; I think. He bought me some flowers, small purple lilies which I’m holding with my left hand. He seems to be a nice guy, gentleman, polite, always worried about his work, and me. He also has a good taste for music and fashion. I can handle a good and comforting conversation with him. We talk about musicals, Project Runway, daily life patients…

We once talked about Blaine. Chandler’s face was a bit darkened by it.

“I’ve read you blog, Kurt, you’re a very good writer” He said pouring tea in my cup.

“Oh you did?” I asked biting a loaf of bread. Sweet. “What do you think about it?”

“Good, very good.” He paused and his tone changed. “You seem to be very fond of your flatmate… from what I read, the man is flawless” He said nodding. I agreed.

“He deduced the man was a computer programmer just by his tie!” I exclaimed. “Of course, that was bloody brilliant, although I must say I don’t enjoy his experiments which involve all sorts of insects or butchering human parts…” I said. Chandler smiled.

“And yet, you’re living under the same roof as him” He said, coldly. I stared at him. He wasn't looking at me.

“I hope you don’t mind…” I said a bit unsure of how he would react. He frowned but held his polite smile there. Then he shook his head.

“What? You living with a man that’s not me? I can handle it pretty well…” He said giving me a peck in the lips. Sarcasm, bitter sarcasm “As long as he doesn’t use you for whatever kind of experiment he gets in mind, I’ll be okay with him.”

"But I don't even know if he is gay, straight or whatever!" I tried to justify.

"Kurt, I don't mind... all I care about is you..." He sais taking my hand.
Of course he minded. After that I tried not to mention Blaine in front of him. I’ll just simply said, my flatmate instead. He seemed pleased with it.





I open the door cautiously; Blaine could be sitting in his couch, or doing a strange experiment with dead animals or reading the news.
Three different people came the other day looking for him. They were very weird, like if they had recently been on a sort of accident, all covered by dust, one of them lost the right hand’s thumb. I try my best to heal the remaining of it while the other 3 told Blaine their story. They were hydraulic engineers hired by a strange man. I couldn’t follow their conversation after that.

Blaine spent the next 72 hours going in and out of the flat at an amazing speed. He talked loudly to himself, and then sat for a while in his couch; his eyes narrowed looking as if he tried to burn the table in front of him, his fingertips resting against each other. He suddenly turned to look at me.

“No Kurt, he couldn’t be Colombian, the ashes didn’t match…” He told me. I simply nodded and smiled a bit confused. I know that sometimes I’m part of his, how does he call it? Oh yeah, his ‘mind palace’. He likes to talk out loud. Then he starts playing his violin again… at three o’clock in the morning. Yep, at least when he does that I don’t seem to have nightmares… I don’t sleep the way I use to.

I put the flowers in a vase that Mrs. Hudson keeps empty near the entrance. They look lovely. I tip toe upstairs and leave my keys in the bowl near the door. The lights are off, ugh, Blaine forgot about the garbage again, what smells so bad?



“You have a date tonight” I hear Blaine in the living room.

“Umm, yeah?” I answer doubtfully walking to the kitchen, with my hands touching the walls, guiding me to the kitchen.

“I’m not asking Kurt, I’m just stating the obvious”

“Yeah, hello to you too” I say raising my arms. I don’t even mind to ask him how the hell did he deduced that. Where is the damn switch? I turn on the lights.

“Night, Kurt” He greets me. I squeak.

He is standing near the edge of the window bare feet as usual, wearing his pale blue shirt which is all dirty and soaked in blood from the left side. He is as well dirty, covered in mud I think. I take a very deep breath. His glasses have a considerable amount of dirt on them. How can he see?
“He was definitely Colombian” He says nodding slightly. Oh god, he is still bleeding…

“Blaine, how long have you been injured?”

“Three hours 37 minutes. I could’ve attended myself but I appear to have lost the motion of my right arm as well as an intense pain… I suspect I might have dislocated it while falling” He says walking right in front of me.

“Why didn’t you tell Mike Chang or Mrs. Hudson? ” I ask him, taking my coat off, God, the man looks awful.

“He didn´t know I had this case, besides it wasn’t far from here, and Mrs. Hudson was helping Finn to find Robert, his missing pet…” He explains. I sigh.

“Clean yourself, would you? I’ll go and change while you-“He is looking oddly at me.

“I can´t take off my clothes. I require some sort of… assistance”

Oh

“Oh, okay I’ll just...” Think Kurt, think. The less you involve yourself with Blaine, the better. “…call Mrs. Hudson!!” I shouted. Yep, could be dangerous; listen to Mercedes, Chandler, Cooper Anderson, Quinn Fabray and the creepy man who kidnapped me first. Not more than a minute later, she is upstairs.


“Blaine! Look at yourself boy, what have you done?!” She shouted.

“Mrs. Hudson, I need you to help Blaine clean himself while I go and change, please?” I ask her politely. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Sure honey, sure. You go and mind your own business…” She says leading Blaine to his room. I sigh again. That was close. I’ll just go and change for dinner.

I take my medical stuff, some bandages, and then I put on simple clothes. Knitted sweater and denim jeans. That will do. What’s happening with my fashion sense? I don’t seem to mind. I’ll just go and take a look at Blaine’s wounds, make something for that and dash off.

This is the first time that I’m going to enter Blaine’s room. I knock at the door. Mrs. Hudson opens it and gets out quickly.

“He’s ready Kurt, I’m going now. I’ll have to burn his clothes in the morning, thank God I can at least clean that bathtub with a sanitizer…Good night sweeties!” Mrs. Hudson waves goodbye and walks downstairs with a worried look in her face. I look inside.

Blaine is lying in his bed against a pile of pillows, bare chest, and his dark blue pajamas pants. He still has his glasses but Mrs. Hudson seemed to have cleaned them, a bit. Blood has stopped pouring from his wound, now opened and showing a terrifying black hole.

“Dear Lord…” I whisper running to his side, while pulling my tools out of the kit. Blaine’s bed is pretty big; I climb next to him and start pouring the sterilizing liquids. I inject him with local anesthesia. The guy is really bad, I don’t know what the hell he was doing, but from the state of his wound I would say it is starting to infect.

“You fool; didn’t you deduce he/she was armed?” I pull something that looked like a bullet from his shoulder. If he had been just a little taller, he wouldn’t be talking to me right now.

“Probably …” He said smiling, with his eyes tightly closed.

“It looks a bit bad, but it’ll heal soon” I say cleaning the wound. He groans.

“Oh soon, do you really think 3 weeks can be called soon?” He complains, as always, his spoiled child voice.

“Please Blaine, you know this as much as I do, you make experiments about it… flesh needs time to recover.”

“There’s going to be a whole 2 days without anything to entertain my mind!” He shouts while I stitch the wound. I stop, look at him briefly. He is looking at me with those I’ll-kill-you eyes. I simply smile. He is lonely, just as lonely as I am. Eventhough he is always in a bad mood, insulting everyone’s intelligence and spatting their secrets in their faces. He is one of a kind, and very kind.

“Then, I’ll take care of you” I whisper.

He blinks slowly, behind his long eyelashes and looks away. He is biting his lower lip. Is it hurting him so much? I inject him, some morphine will do. I cover the wound gently. I suddenly realize he is shaking. I put my hand on his temple. He is burning in fever.

“Oh dear God, Blaine the injury might have gotten infected. It was a really bad idea to go after a serial killer… what were you thinking? Or, were you even thinking?”

“It has worked several times before…successfully. But the dirtiest sewers of London were never involved.” He says, his teeth chattering. I take out the thermometer and put it into his mouth. I go to the bathroom and bring a small towel with a container full of cold water.

“My neurons are more than valuable Kurt, you need to do that fast…” I glare at him. Definitely I think he was a spoiled child, maybe he still is…
My phone buzzes. I realize I forgot about the dinner. Damn!


It’s Chandler, better answer him.

“Hello?”

“Um hi Kurt, are you all right?” He sounds more than worried.

“Yeah, yes I’m all right”

“Oh thank god, I was starting to think something bad might have happened to you…”

“No, I’m alright love, it’s just that...” What Kurt? I could tell him that I’m on my way and the traffic is terrible and maybe the cab ran over a grandma and oh I can’t leave Blaine like this. “… well I’ve got a patient really bad injured right now” I look at Blaine. He is looking at me with interest.

“I thought your turned had already finished…”

“Yes! But this man happened to… “I cut. Blaine has a 39 degree fever. “…come to the flat and asked me to help him”

“Oh, I see” He sounds a bit pissed off.

“Yep, but maybe we could just go out another day perhaps?”

“Yeah! I mean don’t worry about it, duty comes first” He says in a cheerful tone. I feel bad for him.

“Sorry again” I apologize while I dive the towel into the cold water.

“Nope, nothing to feel sorry about Kurt, I better be off now. Take care, I hope your patient recovers soon” He says, a bit hurried.
“Thanks honey, I knew you would understand…” There is a small pause.

“I love you” He says, gently. I put the cold towel in Blaine’s temple with my free hand. He shivers slightly at the touch.

“I love you too” I hang up before he answers something. Blaine is analyzing my face. I hate when he does that. I look for the cream for his arm in the kit. I can still feel the heavy weight of his eyes over me. I don’t look back.

“Why did you lie?” He asks in a childish tone, a bit tender, by the way.

“I didn’t lie, I just didn’t tell the entire truth” I justify myself.

“Why didn’t you tell him your patient’s name happens to be Blaine Anderson?”

“Because…” I make a big pause. Why Kurt? He would tell Mercedes (she would scold me), he would be jealous, I really don’t know. “Because I’m not sure he likes you”

“We haven’t even met. Liking me is not a relevant fact.”

“I know, but it’s a bit complicated…”

“Why?”

“Because he is sort of my boyfriend… and I’m gay” I stuttered. He doesn’t seem convinced.

“That doesn’t make sense at all” He spats, giving me a scowl. This is very difficult to explain…

“Because when you’re dating someone you don’t dumb your date by staying with another man from whom you can develop some sort of feelings for…” Stop! Oh god what am I saying? I cover my mouth with a hand. He raises his eyebrows. I flushed. I grab the towel and dive it into the cold water. When I turn to Blaine again he is looking at me surprised. I place the towel in his temple again.

“What sort of feelings?” He asks, in a low but deep voice. My heart starts beating a little faster, I frown at him. He keeps his eyes on mine, they shine like bullets. I shake my head.

“Oh, don´t tell me you don´t know, it’s a common jealous scene among people, Blaine.” I say, a bit breathlessly. “Now sit, I’m going to put some bandage in that injury…” He rises a bit and the towel falls from his temple. He breathes heavily. I start covering his arm. It is strong, tanned muscle, I really thought Blaine just cared about the brain work, I never imagined he cared about being fit too.

I try to be gentle. I roll the bandage all over his left arm, going through his perfect muscles, slightly touching his biceps… Oh God. Then, I rub the cream against his right arm slowly, feeling the curves of his muscles, rounded, strong, tightening at the touch and I can´t stop thinking this guy is really gorgeous…

“You could’ve … just go you know.” Blaine says trying to catch his breath. I chuckle. “I know I am a difficult person to deal with, feel free to leave whenever you want…”

I shake my head.

You don’t get it, do you? Neither do I, I tell myself while I bit my lower lip.

I pin the bandage and help him rest back against his pillows, slowly. I place my left hand in his chest, while the other helps him rest his head back. I place my hand in his temple. Still a bit of fever, I better put the towels again.

“I don´t follow. But I’m… fine with that.” He confesses in a sigh of relief, while he closes his eyes.

Perhaps, the morphine is finally making him sIeep. I feel strange, like I should go and watch Project Runway now… Blaine is better now, he just needs some rest. I, for one, just need to clear up my mind for a while. I grab my things in the kit and put the water container beside his bed. I take a look around his room. It is so impersonal, the scarlet mat, matching with the scarlet covers and the dark brown furniture… not even a single picture from his family or friends. Just loads of clothes everywhere, piles of books in the floor, very much similar to the living room, without the dead stuff and the chemistry sets… I look at Blaine. He is sleeping already, I see his chest rising up and down slowly, and I can´t help but smile.
Tonight I might have ended at Chandler´s flat, probably watching a movie (a musical, which he is very fond of, just as me) sleeping in the couch, cuddling, listening to his hospital daily stories, perhaps kissing… and the more I think about it, I can´t find a bit of interest in that. I mean it’s all so… normal; yeah I’ll go for that. Everything is so normal it seems dull. But this little guy, as selfish and stubborn as he is gives a different taste to things. I often find him hidden somewhere unexpectedly, looking for something with a weird name or measuring the quantity of X substance in the air… looking for a clue to catch a criminal. Reading people’s life from little details… that’s so amusing…


Why am I listening to Mercedes, Cooper Anderson, Sergeant Fabray and the other creepy guy? I mean I can take care of myself pretty well (I am a former army doctor I mean, come on) and this guy is just…harmless, vulnerable, innocent, and above all those things, lonely, just as me. I place a hand in his temple. It’s brand new cold.


Why can’t I just help him a little? He does things that are awfully amazing, and no one seems to notice. Why do they do that? They must be blind, but as nothing really happens to me I think I’m able to notice it, that’s why I put it on the blog. It’s the only thing far from normal that I have now.
I take Blaine’s glasses off his face and place them in the night table. Then, I grab my things but I realize its kinda cold in here. Blaine tenses a bit. I grab the covers of his bed and pull them over his chest, slowly. Then I turn back.

I feel a tight grip in my right hand. I turn around, not letting it go. What…? Blaine’s puppy eyes.

“I would rather appreciate it if you could just stay …” He says with pain in his eyes, very evident in his voice. I smile tenderly. He must be hurting himself doing this. I place his arm next to him again.

“Okay, but don´t hurt yourself, Blaine. You wanna get better soon don’t you?” I say softly. His eyes are sleepy, very cute, but he doesn´t let my hand go. I know he is in pain, because his face gets paler, an instant later, the grip loses tightness. I squeeze his hand.

Blaine doesn´t squeezes back, but I can see a thin line curling at the edge his lips like a smile, a quick smile. My heart jumps at that. It’s not the first time it does so, though. I can’t help but think he is very vulnerable. I can’t breathe…

“Good, you’re alright now” He whispers.

“Alright?” I don’t understand. He doesn’t answer back. He is sleeping like a little kid. Now that he is sleeping I can go out… I feel something creeping up my leg…

Perhaps it could be the feels or…

A HUGE SPIDER

A FREAKIN TARANTULA!!!

Finn enters the room, running.

“Oh Robert! There you are…! Oh Cheesus…” He says, walking slowly to me. I’m petrified. So Robert was this thing. “Doctor, please, don’t move, it hurts a lot when he bites you…”

Everything turns black…