Kurt (Present)

            I need to stop crying, I need to stop crying.

            Kurt was sitting in the emergency room after Marie and Dennis had dropped him off.  His arm still hurt like a bitch, but it was more of a constant throbbing instead of a shooting pain that took his breath away. Kurt couldn’t remember what it was like to bend his left elbow. He was definitely sure he wouldn’t remember how to bend his wrist if it was stuck in a cast for 6 weeks. Thankfully, because Kurt was brought in an ambulance, he wasn’t forced to sit in the packed waiting room and was brought straight back to the triage area. His attending nurse asked a myriad of questions and he answered the best he could. The most important questions were about his insurance and all Kurt could do was produce his insurance card. If his dad had been around he was sure he’d be able to answer the nurse’s questions a lot easier.

            Kurt was becoming increasingly frustrated because it seemed like he was being completely ignored and at the same time being treated like a child. It took at least an hour for the doctor to come in and see him. While he was waiting, he tried to entertain himself on his phone, but he was told to shut it off because it was easy for the signal to mess around with the important machines in the hospital. As he was just sitting completely alone in the emergency room, it was easy for him to replay the fall over and over again in his head. He was embarrassed and felt utterly alone at that moment in time. Kurt couldn’t stop the stray tears falling from his eyes. Every time a nurse or a doctor walked by without stopping to talk with him, that prickling behind his eyes sparked up again. The only thing he wanted was someone to tell him it was going to be okay. He managed to call his dad on the phone at the Nurses’ Station and his dad told him it would be at least four or five hours before he could even make it. It was getting later in the afternoon and Kurt didn’t want his Dad to drive all the way from Columbus in the dark on the snow slick roads, but at the same time he didn’t want to be alone. All he wanted was someone to comfort him.

            Eventually a doctor with a white coat over his wrinkled hospital scrubs made his way to Kurt. Without even introducing himself, the doctor looked at his chart from the computer at the bedside, asked Kurt if he could see his wrist and said, “It’s definitely broken. I’ll set up some X-rays and I’ll call the Orthopaedist to come and take a look”. And he left.

Kurt sat there, blinking. What just happened? Kurt was this close to whipping out his cell phone and selfishly requesting that his father get here as soon as possible because he knew his dad would use his big commandeering voice to get something done around here for his son. A few tears threatened to spill from his eyes. But he didn’t, because just then a nurse walked in with a clip board and smiled at him.

“You’re Kurt Hummel?” she asked.

Kurt sniffed and wiped his eyes quickly. “Yes”.

She looked at Kurt and began to dig around in her pocket. She produced a packet of Kleenex.

“Here, take one”. She took a Kleenex out of the pack and handed it to Kurt. He quickly wiped his eyes and his nose.

“Okay, here’s the deal. I just spoke with the attending ER Doctor, who just came in to see you not that long ago. He told me to bring you to get some X-Rays done.  He also called the Orthopaedist, who said it would be better if he treated you up on the Paediatrics floor because it is pure insanity down here.  So I’m going to move you out of this bed and I’ll bring you to X-ray really quick.”

Kurt wrinkled his nose. “Paediatrics? Aren’t I a little old for that classification?”

“Afraid not. You are considered a paediatric patient until you are 18 years old. Trust me, it’s a lot more fun up there anyways. Don’t take it for granted.”

The nurse helped Kurt off the bed and into a wheelchair. She wheeled him out of the room and parked him in a dark room with a large X-Ray machine and lighted boxes on the walls.

“I could have just walked, you know,” Kurt said.

“Hospital policy, nothing I can do about it kid. If you need anything, just holler.”

The X-ray technician quickly introduced himself to Kurt and set his arm up for X-Rays. After a few quick flashes of the camera and changes of position, Kurt was finished. The nurse had returned and parked his wheelchair next to a row of vending machines.

“Someone from Paediatrics is on their way down to come get you,” she said as she walked away.

Kurt was alone again. Still, no one had given him even just a Tylenol or something to dull the pain in his wrist. His dad and Carole were still in Columbus as far as he knew. The prickling behind his eyes sparked up again.

No, no, not more tears! Why can’t I stop? One broken wrist and it’s like a dam’s opened up.

Kurt sank down into the uncomfortable wheelchair and let his mind wander to his recurring daydream of starring on Broadway to take his mind of the situation. Kurt was in the middle of running through his take on Wicked (As none other than Glinda) when someone suddenly was standing right in front of him. Kurt looked up and was taken aback. The teenager, who looked around Kurt’s age, was wearing a light blue polo and a name badge that signified he was a volunteer at the hospital. Kurt thought a dark wash pair of jeans was better suited than the khakis the boy was wearing, but his Sketchers fit the mould of sensible, yet stylish.

“Hi, I’m Blaine.” The boy held out his right hand to Kurt in greeting. Kurt tried to hide the smile that threatened to creep up on his face. It’s like Blaine has this infectious happiness that spread through him. Kurt swore he looked familiar as well. Something about the big smile on his face and the way he projected himself. Kurt noticed that Blaine wanted to shake hands with the one that was currently clutched to his chest.

“Um…I can’t really…” Kurt gestured to his injured arm.

Kurt stomach swooped a little when Blaine fumbled to switch hands and let out a laugh.

He is just adorable.

“I’m Kurt,” he said, clasping his hand with Blaine’s. The warmth from Blaine’s hand sent shivers down his spine. After being alone and in such an emotionally wrought state for so long a time, even just a warm handshake made Kurt feel a fraction better.

“You must be the Kurt I’m looking for then. I don’t see any teenagers sitting around wearing a Marc Jacobs jacket and bag.”

Kurt tilted his head in confusion. “That may be so, but how do you know I’m Kurt by my designer clothing?”

Blaine laughed. “The only things the triage nurse remembered you by were, in her words, a fancy jacket and scarf. Plus I can see your name and birthdate on your hospital ID bracelet”.

Kurt blushed, “Well I guess both you and the nurse have good taste”.

Blaine smiled. “So, I’m here to take you up to the Paediatrics floor so you can get your arm looked at”.

“Finally!” Kurt huffed. “I’ve been waiting for hours and no one’s given me anything for the pain at all.”

“Does it hurt a lot?” Blaine looked at him worriedly. “Maybe I can get my mom or someone to give you something if it’s really bad.”

Kurt looked at him in disbelief, “Your mom, Blaine?”

“Yeah, my mom’s a Paediatric surgeon here. I bet if I just called her and asked her maybe she could prescribe you something…” He trailed off.

Is he actually serious right now? This gorgeous, adorable guy is offering to find his mom for me just so I can get a Tylenol or something. Wow. Is he real? Are there people this nice in real life? Maybe I hit my head and am hallucinating right now.

Kurt was so touched by Blaine’s offer that he started to cry, again. No one was this nice to Kurt other than his family and Mercedes. Kurt couldn’t even remember the last time a guy was so nice to him.

As soon as Blaine noticed Kurt was crying, he was stricken. Kurt could see the emotions written all over his face and immediately went into damage control.

“Blaine, it’s okay. My wrist doesn’t hurt as much as it did before. I can wait until the doctor comes to see me. Don’t bug your mom; I’m sure she’s busy.” Kurt sighed.

“Well, if you’re really okay, why are you crying?” Blaine said softly.

“I don’t know. I guess it’s just been an emotional kind of day. Definitely not the kind of day you want to spend alone,” said Kurt, eyes down. “With the sheer number of times I’ve been thrown into the dumpsters or shoved into lockers at school for being gay; it figures I break my wrist slipping on an icy driveway.”

“Been there, done that.” Blaine placed a warm hand on Kurt’s shoulder, comfortingly.

Oh my gosh, he’s touching my shoulder. How can a hand be this warm? Kurt could feel the rush of warmth through his shoulder and down his chest. He wasn’t sure if this was from the actual warmth of Blaine’s hand, or the fact that an extremely cute boy was being nice to him.

“You’ve been bullied too?” Kurt asked quietly.

            “Unfortunately joining the school musical is enough for all of your friends to become homophobic bullies.” Kurt’s eyes widened.

            Please tell me that this wonderful, beautiful guy is gay. Please, please, let something be in my favour for once in my life, thought Kurt.

            “So you’re…” Kurt started.

            Blaine raised his eyebrows. “Gay? Yes. I don’t think a lot of straight guys can recognize a Marc Jacobs, don’t you think?” Blaine said with a laugh. “Let’s get going, shall we? I’m sure the nurses expected us a while ago.” Blaine stepped behind Kurt’s wheelchair and began to push him towards the elevators.

“So where are your parents exactly?”

“My dad and step-mom Carole and step-brother Finn left a couple of days ago to go visit Carole’s parents. I asked my dad if it was okay to stay home because one of the girls from Glee was having her birthday party and I didn’t want to miss it.”

Blaine stopped.

“Glee? As in, Glee club? At your school?” he asked.

Kurt looked up at him strangely, “Yeah…? I go to McKinley—”

Blaine gasped loudly. “The New Directions! You’re from New Directions! I knew I recognized you!”

Kurt’s eyes widened. A  memory of a boy dressed in a navy blazer and a red striped tie singing with a group of identically dressed boys flashed through his mind. 

That was the dreamiest version of Hey, Soul Sister I had ever heard,  he thought.

“You’re the lead soloist of the Dalton Academy Warblers! I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you. Maybe it’s because your hair is different,” said Kurt.

Blaine laughed, “I didn’t have a lot of time to style my hair before we left.”

“Size of a dime, that’s all you need,” Kurt chimed. “Besides, I like it like that. It’s more natural.” Kurt sucked in a breath, realizing what he just said.

Are you insane? You can’t just go around complimenting cute guys like that! He thought, angry at himself for letting his guard slip.

Blaine blushed right up to the tips of his ears. “Thanks.”

Blaine started to push Kurt’s wheelchair again, leading them to the elevator.

“Let’s go up, shall we?”

“Might as well get this over with,” Kurt huffed.

When Blaine pushed Kurt off the elevator stopped at the fifth floor, they were greeted by Caroline.

“There you are Blaine! I was wondering where you had gone off to.”

“I was just talking to Kurt, Caroline.”

She smiled down at Kurt. “Hi sweetheart, I’m Caroline. I’ll be your nurse today. Let’s get you settled and I’ll page Dr. Robinson to come take a look at your arm.”

Kurt smiled and nodded at her. She took Blaine’s place from behind Kurt’s wheelchair and started pushing him towards his room. She looked at Blaine behind her and mouthed, “He’s cute!” at him, Kurt being completely unaware of what was going on.

“Coming, Blaine?” She chirped. 

“If it’s alright with Kurt.”

Kurt’s heart fluttered. A cute boy wanted to spend time with him? Kurt couldn’t believe it. Kurt found that he never really hung out with the guys from Glee because they had nothing in common. Yes, the guys had all become more protective and accepting of Kurt when they found out about Karofsky’s bullying and had started to invite him to hang out with them. Kurt usually declined, because he knew he wouldn’t really enjoy himself playing video games or watching football. Kurt would much rather spend time with the Glee girls, where he could talk about fashion and musicals as much as he wanted and feel completely comfortable. Just the fact that Blaine wanted to simply sit and spend time with Kurt was completely foreign to him.

“Of course it is Blaine,” he replied softly.

Caroline has lead Kurt into a brightly coloured room with a single bed sitting in the middle.

“You’re so special, you get your own room Kurt,” Caroline winked.

“Well, of course. I’ve been waiting long enough to be seen, I’d better get some special attention!” Kurt burst into laughter. “I can’t even say that with a straight face! I don’t know if I’m trying to be funny or if I’m actually being honest.”

“Don’t worry honey, it’s completely understandable. I’ve encountered meaner five year olds. Some of them think that because they are wearing tiaras, means they are the Kings and Queens of the world.”

Kurt smiled to himself, thinking of his own tiara collection hidden underneath his bed.

“Let’s get you settled. Blaine, can you help Kurt get his jacket and boots off and settle him in bed? I’m going to go call the doctor.”

“Here, grip onto my hand and I’ll help pull you up.”

Kurt gripped tightly onto Blaine’s left hand with his right and Blaine pulled Kurt towards him as Kurt tried to push up with his legs. Because Kurt couldn’t support his weight with both arms, he was unbalanced. Kurt was almost out the chair when he quickly fell backwards, tugging Blaine along with him. The force of Kurt falling backwards propelled Blaine forward, almost smacking completely into Kurt. Blaine managed to catch himself on the arms of the wheelchair, saving himself from possibly injuring Kurt even more. He did somehow manage to get his face less than a couple of inches away from Kurt’s own. Kurt was pretty sure he stopped breathing for a second because Blaine was flawless and his eyes were the most beautiful mix of greens and browns.

“Kurt?” Blaine’s voice sounded distant. “Kurt.”

He blinked, registering that Blaine was actually talking to him.

“Hmm..what?” Kurt blinks out of his reverie.

Blaine laughed softly, warm coffee scented breath drifting over Kurt’s face.  “Are you okay?”

Kurt smiled. “Oh, I’m fine. I’m glad you at least managed to catch yourself before I ended up with more than a broken wrist and you ended up with a cracked skull or something.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” said Blaine quietly under his breath.

“Did he just insinuate that he’s had his skull cracked open before? What in the world…” thought Kurt.

“Wha—.” Kurt was interrupted by Blaine just has he was about to ask him to elaborate.

“Okay, so this time, I’ll have to support more of your weight to help you up.”

Kurt was a little taken aback when Blaine completely brushed over the subject. You can’t just say you’ve had your skull cracked open and not elaborate on it. Maybe it’s a touchy subject. Kurt looked at Blaine thoughtfully. He noticed that some of the brightness from his eyes had dulled with the quick change of subject. Kurt figured he’d better just leave it alone for now.

“What do you propose?”

“I’ll tuck my arm under your injured arm, wrapping it around your back you I can help you up and you can use your good arm on the armrest to help push you up.”

Kurt nodded.

Suddenly Blaine was this close to Kurt’s face and he couldn’t help but shiver a little. He caught a whiff of a delightfully spicy, woodsy scent coming from Blaine as he leaned closer to Kurt, carefully placing his arm under Kurt’s left armpit and wrapping it around his back. Kurt’s heart was pounding. I really need to calm down.

“Are you ready?” Blaine whispered into Kurt’s ear.

“Yeah.”

“On the count of three, okay? One, two…” On three, Kurt pushed his right hand down on the arm of the chair and pushed his legs upwards as Blaine lifted him slightly, supporting his weak side. After Kurt was out of the chair he swore Blaine’s arm lingered a little longer than it should along his back.

“Success!” Blaine pumped a fist in the air, almost tripping on his own feet as he scrambled to move his arm off Kurt’s back.

Kurt just shook his head at him, laughing. “I guess I’d better get into bed, right, Mr. Volunteer?”

Blaine nodded, “Probably. You’ll have to take your jacket off though. Are you wearing long sleeves underneath?”

“No, I’m just wearing a t-shirt. Not my first choice for a winter day like this, but I just getting ready to make breakfast when I went to go get my iPod from the car and slipped and fell. I was freezing downstairs. They made me take my jacket off for the X-ray and I’m pretty sure the technician wasn’t too pleased when I asked him to help me put my jacket back on.”

“And why’s that?”

“I’m pretty sure no one wants to face the wrath of a Hummel, especially when he is cranky and in pain.”

Blaine gave him a sympathetic look. “I promise I’ll be super extra careful okay? You have my full permission to cause me pain if I cause you pain, deal?”

“Deal.”

Blaine got to work on undoing the wooden toggles along the center of the coat and unzipping the zipper. He helped Kurt work his right arm out of its sleeve.

“Ready?”

Kurt sucked in a breath and nodded. He straightened his left arm out slowly and Blaine started to gently pull the sleeve off Kurt’s arm. Kurt was tense and his eyes were shut tight. He was silently willing Blaine to go as slow as possible as to not jostle his wrist. The intense pain in his wrist had finally abated into a low throbbing that he barely paid any attention to since his introduction to Blaine. He knew that any slight movement would cause a shooting pain that he was prepared to deal with again since the pain had lessened. Blaine almost had the sleeve off when he twisted his movement just a fraction and the white hot pain shot up Kurt’s arm. He hissed and squeezed his eyes shut, tears pooling behind his eyelids.

Blaine gasped. “Oh my god Kurt, I’m so sorry. I was trying to be careful I swear.”

“It’s okay Blaine, I know you were trying to be careful.” He blinked a few times, willing the tears to disappear, but instead they fell and rolled down his cheeks.

“You’re crying,” said Blaine softly. He wiped a tear from Kurt’s cheek with his thumb. Kurt took in a sharp breath. The soft touch of Blaine’s thumb on his cheek felt electric. He let out a small laugh.

“I forgot to brace myself, just in case.”

Blaine just looked at him, his hazel eyes soft and sad.  Suddenly Blaine was wrapped around him, hugging him tightly, but carefully avoiding the hurt arm pressed against Kurt’s chest. He melted into the embrace, letting Blaine hold him up for just a minute.

When was the last time I was held?

Kurt tried to stop the million thoughts running through his mind and tried to focus on the soft squeeze of Blaine’s arms around his midsection, the warm breath puffing lightly against his neck, the smell of mint coming from Blaine’s hair, the warmth enveloping him. Kurt could feel the tension and loneliness from the emotional day leaving his body.

After what seems like way too short of a time, Blaine’s arms left him. Kurt could feel the tips of his ears burning red hot from the flush. Blaine was looking down at the ground with a sheepish smile on his face. Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat filled the room. Both of the boys jumped to the sound coming from the doorway. A man wearing a white coat over a t-shirt and dark wash jeans entered the room. Kurt was taken aback from the young and carefree appearance of the Doctor. It must have shown on his face because Blaine quickly whispered into his ear, “he likes to dress more casually to make him seem more approachable to the kids”.

“Am I interrupting?” The doctor raised an eyebrow. Kurt and Blaine were pressed shoulder to shoulder. They jumped apart. The doctor laughed.

“I didn’t think you’d be here on a day like today, Blaine!” said the doctor.

“My mom had emergency surgery and asked me if I wanted to come along.”

“Oh, right.” He nodded his head. “I thought I saw her name on the board downstairs. Anyways, shall we get started?” He looked over at Kurt and smiled. “You must be Kurt”.

Kurt nodded.

“I’m Doctor Robinson. Why don’t you take a seat on the bed Kurt? I have your X-rays here with me but I haven’t looked at them yet. I figured we could look at them together. Feel like learning about bones today Kurt?”

Kurt laughed, “Sure, why not?”

“Will you be staying for the lesson Blaine, or do you have things to do?”

“Of course I’ll stay!”  Blaine sat down next to Kurt on the bed. Kurt was relieved. He didn’t want Blaine to leave just yet. His presence was comforting and Kurt had a feeling his discomfort was far from over. Even though they hadn’t known each other for that long, Kurt felt like Blaine was keeping him together.

Dr. Robinson placed the X-ray films over the light boxes situated on the wall across from Kurt’s bed and flicked on the light. The two films showed different positions of Kurt’s left wrist.  If he looked closely he could spot the line of a fracture in a bone underneath his thumb and then lower down, past the tiny little bones, on a long bone.

“This is Kurt’s left wrist and hand. The wrist is made up of 8 little bones called the carpals. Kurt, when you broke your fall, the force fractured this bone here, called the scaphoid.” The doctor pointed to the tiny bone under Kurt’s thumb. “You also have a fracture just under the head of the radius, which is this long bone here, which makes up half your forearm. This means I’ll have to put a cast on and it’ll stay on for 6 weeks. After that you’ll need to do some physical therapy to loosen up your wrist and gain back the strength you will lose during the 6 weeks and you should be back to normal in no time.”

Kurt paled. He really didn’t know what he should expect from this, but now that he’s finally seen a doctor he realized that he really is going to be stuck with a cast for 6 weeks. How am I going to shower? Or do my hair? He was becoming increasingly panicked and he started to feel a little nauseous and the room started to spin. The doctor looked over at him and rushed over, noticing Kurt’s expression and the loss of colour from Kurt’s face.

“Kurt, are you feeling okay?” The doctor asked worriedly.

Kurt blinked and took in a deep breath. “I don’t feel well. I’m feeling kind of dizzy.” He started to lean over towards Blaine. Blaine placed a hand on his shoulder, steadying him.

“Okay Kurt, lay down. When was the last time you ate or drank anything?” asked the doctor.

Kurt racked his brain. He never did get around to making that omelette.

“Yesterday,” he replied.

“I’m going to have to start and IV on you Kurt.” Kurt gasped, horrified. He hated needles. “You are probably dehydrated and your blood sugar must be quite low. I’ll go get the nurse and then I’ll go fetch all the supplies I need to set the cast. You’re lucky that the break wasn’t too bad. I won’t need to see the bones at all, but I know you are still in a little pain. I’ll prescribe something that will dull the pain and relax you.”

The doctor left and the room was silent. Kurt’s heart was beating quickly out of panic and he felt like his breathing was laboured. Blaine looked over at him, concerned.

“I’m just a little panicky right now. It all seems like a little much. This is saying a lot because I’ve been waiting for hours to get my arm looked at. Why am I freaking out now, when everything is falling into place? Plus, I hate needles.”

“Listen, you aren’t the only one. I hate needles too. Thank god I was unconscious when they had to put an IV in my arm when I was in the hospital, or I’m sure I would have passed out again or at least made a fool of myself,” said Blaine.

“Why were you in the hospital before Blaine? If you don’t mind me asking…”

Just then Caroline walked into the room carrying a bunch of supplies with her.

“I promise I’ll tell you later Kurt,” Blaine whispered in Kurt’s ear.

Caroline put down her supplies on the table next to Kurt’s bed and pumped some hand sanitizer into her palms and rubbed them. “Kurt, honey, I’m going to start your IV for you, alright?” Kurt swallowed. She snapped on some gloves, he winced.

“It’ll be fine, don’t worry,” said Blaine, quietly.

“Feel like switching places with me then?” replied Kurt.

Blaine smiled, “No way in hell.”

“I would say good thing Blaine is here, but it seems like you are out of luck with your injury,” said Caroline.

Kurt had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

“What do you mean?”

“I know for a fact that Blaine is an expert at this kind of thing. All the little ones ask for Blaine when he’s around to cuddle them or hold their hand when they have to get a needle. But, of course, it’d be impossible for him to hold your hand.”

“Really?” said Kurt. Is he real? That is the most adorable thing I have ever heard.

Blaine laughs sheepishly, “Yeah, I don’t really know why…” The charm, good looks, infectious smile and kind personality… “But they just kind of get attached to me. It’s sweet. It’s nice to feel big once in a while.”

“It’s almost cavity inducing,” Caroline quips. Blaine rolls his eyes. “Okay, ready?”

Kurt took a deep breath and closed his eyes and turned his head towards his left side, where Blaine was sitting. As soon as he felt the cold swipe of the alcohol swab on his hand Kurt tried to focus on the warm press of Blaine’s arm against his.

“Hey, just look at me. It’ll be over before you know it,” said Blaine.

Kurt focused on Blaine’s hazel eyes. He may have melted a little. He barely felt the prick of the needle before he registered the sound of Caroline taking her gloves off.

“See, was that so bad Kurt?”

I may have been a little distracted by the gorgeous boy sitting next to me, he thought.

“I guess not,” Kurt said with a pout.

 Caroline busied herself disposing of her supplies and writing something on his chart. Before long Dr. Robinson returned with his hands full of the materials he needed to make Kurt’s cast. Before he came over to Kurt and Blaine, he stopped and starting talking quietly with Caroline. Caroline nodded, agreeing with whatever the doctor had said and she walked out of the room before Kurt knew what they were talking about. The doctor started to arrange the materials for the cast along one of the tables close to Kurt’s bed.

“Have you thought about what colour you would like for your cast, Kurt?” the doctor asked.

“Um…no. What are my options?” he asked. The doctor pulled out several rolls of the casting material, lining up fluorescent pink, green, yellow, an ugly red, black, dark blue and a simple white.

“Well, there’s no way I can pull off fluorescents without it being a target of sorts and the red kind of makes me want to throw up a little. The white would be good for people to sign, but it would also stain and get dirty easily. Black or blue might be okay…I don’t know. I can’t decide. What do you think Blaine?”

Blaine studied the colours, looking thoughtful. “Black would be easy to pair with anything I think, navy, not so much, although I am biased. If only you went to Dalton Kurt. The navy would fit in perfectly with the blazer,” Blaine said with a smile.

“Oh, please. Those blazers are so boxy they’d cover the cast completely. Have you ever thought of tailoring those blazers? Seriously.”

Blaine laughed loudly. “I guess I’d never put much thought into it.”

Kurt sighed, “I guess I’ll pick black. I can always work around black and it does accessorize beautifully.”

“Plus,” added Blaine, “You can buy a metallic silver sharpie and that way people can still sign your cast!”

“Blaine, where can you even find a silver sharpie?”

“Target,” Blaine said, bluntly.

Kurt scrunched his nose, “Target? Ew.”

“Yes Kurt, Target. It’s really not that bad. You just have to give it a chance.”

“Blaine,” Kurt started, indignantly, “Target is a place…”He was cut off by Dr. Robinson before he could even begin his five minute rant about why Target was horrible.

“As much as I’d love to hear why Kurt doesn’t like Target, I think I should get started on the cast, yes?’ Caroline walked in behind the doctor, carrying several capped syringes in her hands. Kurt almost knocked Blaine over as he recoiled from the sight of the needles. He blanched. Blaine steadied his shoulders so Kurt wouldn’t fall over.

Caroline noticed the look on Kurt’s face and said, “Relax honey. I’ll be injecting these into the port in your IV, you won’t feel a thing.”

Kurt slumped under Blaine’s grasp, visibly relaxed. As Caroline prepared the syringes, Kurt still refused to even look in her direction. Just seeing the needles freaked him out.

“Okay, all done.”

A minute later, Kurt started to feel very relaxed. It seemed like the pent up tension and anxiety from the day was slowly melting away. The distant throbbing in his wrist was dissipating quickly.

“What did you give me Caroline?”

“Oh, just a little something to help you relax a bit. Dr. Robinson will be jostling your wrist a bit as he puts the cast on and it’ll probably hurt, so he decided to order you some medication to sedate you a little.”

“Oh god, please tell me this isn’t something that’s going to make me loopy. It’s not morphine is it? Meredith was crazy when they gave her morphine for her appendicitis in Grey’s Anatomy!”

“Hey, I loved that episode!” Blaine quipped.

Caroline laughed, “No, but, if anything you’ll fall asleep”.

The doctor asked Kurt to sit up and hold his arm out while he started to apply the cast. He was finding it increasingly difficult to hold his arm up and sit up straight. He kept blinking, trying to avoid falling asleep.

“Caroline, I think you gave me too much of that stuff,” he said sleepily. “Are we almost done? I feel like I’m about to fall dead asleep.” He swayed, almost falling back.

“Blaine, do you think you could get behind Kurt and help him sit up? Maybe even help him support his arm,” asked the doctor.

Blaine shifted behind Kurt, placing himself behind him and holding up his arm with one of his own as the doctor worked quickly to cast Kurt’s arm. Kurt barely registered what was happening. All he could think about was how warm and comfortable he felt with Blaine practically wrapped around him, helping him stay sitting up.

Kurt fell asleep before the doctor even finished the cast, his head falling back into the crook of Blaine’s neck.