Slow Fade

Chapter 8

"Don't be mistaken Blaine, I will always be a diva," Kurt replied, winking at him.

Blaine laughed and was going to reply when he noticed that Kurt was laughing. The actor was staring into space, his eyes rolling back in his head. A second later he started shaking uncontrollably, clear signs of a seizure.

'Wes!" Blaine shouted, and turning to Kurt his medical training kicked in. He jumped up and pulled Kurt down into so that he was lying on his side and he put a pillow under Kurt's head. The entire time the young actor continued to convulse.

"What's wrong?"

Blaine looked up to see the driver standing there watching Kurt. What was his name? Harry? Harvey? No Henry.

"He's seizing, get help!" Blaine snapped at him. As the driver scurried off, Wes ran into the room.

Wes took in the situation immediately, and looked to Blaine.

"Almost a minute," Blaine answered Wes' questioning look.

For several long seconds they watched Kurt carefully, but the convulsions stopped quickly. It took another five minutes before the actor finally started to regain consciousness.

"What?" Kurt asked holding a hand up to his head and blinking quickly.

"Kurt you need to relax," Blaine said leaning kneeling beside him. "You've just had a grand mal seizure."

"Is that why my head is killing me?" Kurt asked, rubbing his forehead.

"Yes it is," Blaine replied.

"What caused it?" Kurt asked confused, I've never had that happen to me.

Blaine exchanged a look with Wes and sighed. "Technically seizures are caused by a surge in electrical activity in the brain, but just like we don't know what is causing your anemia, we also don't know what caused the seizure."

"Great," Kurt muttered covering his eyes with his hand. "Just great."

"We will get to the bottom of this Kurt," Blaine replied with so much sincerity that it made Kurt look up at him. Their faces were so close Blaine could just lean down and-

"I believe you," Kurt said breathlessly.

"I think we need to check your vitals," Wes said suddenly, pulling some equipment out of his bag. Blaine stood and sat in the armchair next to the couch while Wes did his examination.

"Your blood pressure is high," Wes replied. "But that is common with seizures. I think we should have another appointment in the next few days, and we need to do some neurological studies."

"I'm book solid with work for the next few days," Kurt said apologetically.

Wes and Blaine shared another significant look, and it was a good thing they were such good friends because they easily understood one another.

Kurt noticed the looked and frowned. "What?"

"Kurt," Blaine started hesitantly. "Wes and I feel that you should take it easy for the next few days, your body has been through a huge trauma and it needs to recover before you go full speed again."

"I need to work," Kurt protested. "My director will kill me if I'm not on the set this week."

"It would be against our medical advice for you to return to work at the moment. Tell your director the truth, by law he can't blab about it if you tell him in confidence," Blaine replied.

Kurt sighed, "Just watch, he will still be annoyed. But I guess I can call him."

"There is another thing," Blaine replied nervously.

"What?" Kurt asked.

"I think you should be observed for a day or so to make sure you are safe. That seizure was serious and with your anemia on top of that it makes me really nervous," Blaine admitted. "Besides it would give me a chance to give you that blood transfusion."

"You mean you want to spend the night?" Kurt asked in amazement.

"If that would not be an inconvenience," Blaine apologized.

"No," Kurt replied, smiling faintly. "That would be fine."

Blaine couldn't resist quirking his lips into a small smile. "Then I will be back once I collect a few things, you should get some sleep, doctor's orders."

"Yes Doctor Blaine," Kurt mumbled, closing his eyes obediently.

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The next morning when Blaine woke he was surprised to see that he was in a room that was not his own, until he remembered the events of the previous day. Kurt had been so exhausted, that he slept peacefully the entire night. It was late before Blaine finally retired to the guest room he was provided with.

Blaine got up and used the attached bathroom to shower, dress, and reapply his hair gel before he went to look for Kurt. The actor was still sleeping when he walked in so Blaine tried his best to walk across the room without making a sound. He sat down in the chair next to Kurt and watched him sleep.

It was still incredible for Blaine to be sharing the same space with the actor he'd admired for years and yet meeting Kurt in person had shown him a whole new side of the celebrity. Kurt put on a brave face and used his exceeding wit and sarcasm to stay ahead of the game, but in some ways Blaine could see just how innocent and fragile Kurt Hummel really was. And watching him sleep was no exception.

Kurt was gorgeous; there was no doubt about that in Blaine's opinion. His brown hair was smoothed back from his clear, porcelain skin that many in Hollywood envied. Seeing him asleep made Kurt look like an angel or some other ethereal being. He was simply stunning, and watching him made Blaine realize how much of a crush on Kurt he really had.

Suddenly Kurt blinked and his blue eyes opened and focused on Blaine instantly.

"Good morning," Blaine said, smiling. "How are you feeling?"

Kurt yawned and sat up in bed before answering. "Still tired, but the headache is gone."

"Good," Blaine replied. "We should try to get your transfusion taken care of today, that may help with the fatigue."

Kurt frowned suddenly apparently deep in thought, "There is another thing we have to do."

"What is that?" Blaine asked curiously.

"Finn told me yesterday that my publicist made a statement about our…um relationship," Kurt admitted. "The media want more details on how we met, when did we start dating, excetera."

"Don't they know the meaning of the word privacy," Blaine muttered.

"Face it, you are a celebrity now," Kurt said with a wry smile. "I can only imagine what people are saying about us on Tumblr and Twitter."

Blaine groaned, "How embarrassing."

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess," Kurt apologized. "it is my fault for hugging you and I know what the paparazzi are like."

"Don't worry about it," Blaine replied. "I knew this could possibly happen."

"I'm just glad you are so understanding," Kurt said. "You are possibly the nicest person I've ever met and those people are rare in Hollywood."

"Technically I'm not from Hollywood," Blaine teased.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "You know what I mean. I'm just saying that I know all of this is unorthodox, but I hope we can at least be good friends."

"I would like that too," Blaine admitted smiling.

"But first things first," Kurt replied. "About the media, we need to give them something so won't ask any questions that may blow our cover."

"What did you have in mind?" Blaine asked.

"This Saturday is the premiere of my new clothing line. It will be a big event and celebrities and paparazzi will be swarming the place. Will you go as my plus one?"

This would be Blaine's first test as Kurt's fictional boyfriend, and to be honest it terrified Blaine. Still he knew what he had to do. "Of course," he replied.