Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee or anything else that is recognized in this fic.

Slow Fade

Chapter 2

“Doctor Anderson, I would like you to meet Kurt Hummel.”

Blaine’s first reaction was complete and utter shock. This wasn’t just any old rich patient, but Kurt freaking Hummel. To say that Blaine was a fan was the biggest understatement of the year. He had long admired the actor’s work on screen, not to mention that he always admired how Kurt Hummel was always so proud of who he was. Blaine swallowed, determined not to lose any of his doctor professionalism.

With a frozen smile on his face, Blaine offered a hand to Kurt. The actor regarded it for a moment with an amused air before he shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you doctor,” Kurt said. “But I honestly think you are wasting your time.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this Kurt,” Finn complained, clearly annoyed.

“Why do you say that?” Blaine asked, not taking his eye’s off Kurt’s face.

“I’m not sick,” Kurt explained. “I just have some bug that will pass in a few days.”

“Why don’t you let me be judge of that,” Blaine suggested kindly. He pulled out Dr. Smith’s chart for Kurt and he glanced over his medical history. “So what seems to be troubling you?”

Finn stood and ignored the glare Kurt was giving him, and addressed Blaine. “I will let you do your thing. Someone will be waiting at the front door with a check for your services and he will also drop you back at your office. Thank you for doing this doctor.”

Finn vacated the room leaving Blaine alone with the movie star. He shot down the nerves he was feeling about being alone in the room with such a famous man, and he concentrated on the chart. From what it said Kurt was in his prime, healthy and active enough for his busy lifestyle. According to the chart there had been very few illnesses in Kurt Hummel’s recent past which probably explained the star’s denial that he was ill.

Unfortunately the chart didn’t match up with Kurt’s appearance. He was pale even despite his light complexion; he had bags under his eyes like he wasn’t sleeping well, and the man just looked haggard and ready to drop at any moment.

“I think I have a fever,” Kurt said with a sigh. “And I’ve not been sleeping well.”

“How long has this been going on?” Blaine asked in between writing notes in the chart.

“For a few days now, but really I think Finn is overreacting,” Kurt answered.

“So Finn is your agent?” Blaine asked curiously.

“And annoying step-brother,” Kurt replied dryly. “I know he just cares, but he is so frustrating sometimes.”

Blaine smiled, “I have an annoying brother too so I know how you feel.”

“I just—” Kurt’s voice sounded hoarse all of a sudden, as though he had a dry throat.

 Kurt stood quickly and went to retrieve a water bottle from a small mini fridge. He opened it and took a long draught of it before placing it back in the fridge and walking back to Blaine. Just as Kurt reached Blaine, the actor stumbled and Blaine quickly stood and caught him. For several long seconds they remained motionless, staring at each other in a way that made goose bumps rise up on Blaine’s arms.

The doctor quickly steadied Kurt and helped him to his chair. The actor looked strangely flushed and closed his eyes for several long seconds.

“How long have you been feeling faint?” Blaine asked, writing again in the chart.

“Since yesterday,” Kurt admitted.

“Dizziness and fever could be symptoms of an inner ear infection,” Blaine explained. “So I think I will do my examination and go from there, but tell me have your ears been hurting at all, any ringing or tingling?”

“No, none of the above,” Kurt replied.

It certainly did feel strange that he was doing an examination on a person whose face he’d seen on his tv dozens of times, yet here in his own home Kurt didn’t seem larger than life but like any other patient Blaine dealt with on a normal basis. He started by taking Kurt’s vitals which all were in the normal range with the exception of a low grade fever. Kurt’s blood pressure was also normal, and investigation of Kurt’s nose, throat, and ears showed no signs of infection. There was nothing physical that would explain the movie star’s condition.

“I saw no sign of infection, but that just means that more tests need to be done,” Blaine said when he pulled away.

“Like what?” asked Kurt suspiciously.

“Your vertigo makes me think you might be anemic, so I need to do a complete blood count panel for starters,” Blaine answered pulling gloves, vials, a tourniquet, alcohol wipes, and a syringe out of his bag.

“I hate needles,” Kurt admitted, shuddering as he glanced at the needle.

“I promise it will be over before you know it,” Blaine said in what he thought was his reassuring doctor voice. He set everything up in silence and before he pressed the needle into his skin, he looked at Kurt’s face.

“Relax,” he breathed, smiling softly at Kurt before drawing the blood.

When he took the needle out and Blaine covered it with a band aid, Kurt grinned up at Blaine. “I guess that wasn’t so bad, you are good at that.”

“I will tell you a secret,” Blaine said conspiratorially. “I don’t mind needles when I’m the one doing the poking, I totally freak when I get them.”

Kurt chuckled, “So much for the big, brave doctor. I see how it is.”

Blaine grinned, putting away his materials; he was so at ease around Kurt that he almost regretted going back to his normal patients.

“When will the test results be back?” Kurt asked.

“Luckily my practice has an in-house lab, so it should be back by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, I will contact you with the results as soon as possible,” Blaine replied.

“Don’t ever let my brother hear this, but thank you for coming doctor,” Kurt replied, a genuine smile on his face.

“It was my pleasure, Mr. Hummel,” Blaine replied. As he turned to the door it looked as if Kurt wanted to say something, but the actor remained silent as Blaine left the room. He walked down the hallway he came from and down the same opulent hallways he’d previously came through.

“So you’re the doc,” said a rough door at the doorway. Blaine looked up surprised to see the same fat man with the mustache as before.

“Doctor Anderson,” Blaine said, offering to shake the man’s hand. The man just looked at it causing him to slowly move his hand down.

“What’s wrong with Kurt?” the man asked.

“I can’t answer that,” Blaine replied. “Doctor-patient confidentiality, I’m sure you can understand.”

“I’m Mr. Hummel’s personal driver, Henry Castor. We’re friends, he won’t mind you telling me,” Henry replied showing a mouth full of cigarette stained teeth.

“You will have to get Mr. Hummel to tell you himself I’m afraid,” Blaine replied, growing more irritated by the second.

Henry shrugged handing Blaine an envelope, “Very well, here is your check. Are you ready to go?”

Blaine nodded and followed Henry into the same black Lincoln as before. As they drove Blaine couldn’t help but reflect on his meeting with Kurt Hummel. He’d lived in L.A. for years now and in all that time he’d never even glimpsed anyone famous, and now he was Kurt Hummel’s doctor. It seemed to strange for words and his mind went back to their meeting, and to the moment where he held him in his arms.

Blaine couldn’t stop the fact that in that moment he felt attracted to the actor, but then he’d always had a little bit of a star crush on him. Blaine closed his eyes and frowned, he couldn’t afford to think like that, there was too much at stake in his personal and professional life. He was star-struck, pure and simple, nothing more and nothing less. Still Blaine couldn’t help the fact that he was suddenly very excited to give Kurt his test results.