"Well, Kurt, everything looks good." Blaine told him the next day as he flipped through the charts. "It looks like you might actually be able to go home tomorrow."

Kurt didn't know how to respond. Of course he was happy to get out of the hospital, no one wants to be in one of these beds. But Aidan still hadn't come for him. Would he be back at their apartment? Kurt honestly had no idea. And even if he was there, what would he say? 'Oh, hey, haven't seen you in a while, guess you've been pretty busy. What's for dinner?' No. Everything had changed.

Kurt found himself almost not wanting to go back to the real world.

And if he was being completely honest, he would miss Blaine. He was really growing to like his doctor. He was funny and charming and probably the happiest person Kurt had ever met. It didn't mean Kurt was interested in him, right? He would just miss his new friend. That was all.

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice sounded concerned, and Kurt realized he had been staring into space for God knows how long.

"Oh, um, that's wonderful." Kurt did his best to put on a smile, but it didn't even feel genuine.

"Great." Blaine gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes before turning and walking out the door. That was strange. Blaine always seemed to make it his mission to hold conversation with Kurt. He would ask how he was doing and call him out when he lied about being fine. They would make small talk. And God, they would banter like it was an old variety show.

Kurt had never seen Blaine act so short.

He brushed it off. Blaine was probably just tired. After all, Blaine had a surgery this morning that lasted seven hours or something. It was ridiculous that he was even still walking.

"Knock, knock." Kurt looked up to see Isabelle walking in with yet another bouquet.

"Don't look at me, I'm greasy!" he gasped in mock horror, hiding his face.

"Oh stop," she chided, "you look fine. Besides, I brought some of that product we use on the models when their hair looks too greasy in pictures. The stuff works wonders."

"And you couldn't have given this to me last week?" Kurt joked.

"I couldn't find it. Anyway," she sat herself down at the edge of the bed, "how are you? I miss seeing your face every day."

Kurt sighed. "I'm... I don't know. I'm getting discharged tomorrow." He tried to smile again and hoped that it looked somewhat real this time.

"That's wonderful!" Isabelle grinned. "Anthony and Erika are absolute wrecks without you, for the record."

Kurt shook his head. As much as he loved his colleagues, they were nowhere near as organized as he was, which hopefully made him next in line for the upcoming promotion.

"Okay, so tell me what's really going on," Isabelle deadpanned, and Kurt knew she had seen through him in an instant.

He took a deep breath. "Well—"

"Kurt, your reports are in, and it looks—" Courtney dropped whatever she was about to say and stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes were as wide as Kurt had ever seen them and glued on Isabelle.

Kurt smiled. He should have known Courtney would get starstruck by his boss. "Courtney, this is my boss, Isabelle Wright. Isabelle, this is one of my lovely nurses, Courtney."

"It's wonderful to meet you, Courtney."

"You..."

"No," Kurt interrupted her, and the nurse seemed to snap into focus. "You are not doing this. You two are going to have a nice conversation and then you will go hyperventilate in a closet or something later, but right now, you two are going to chat, okay?"

Courtney seemed to let the tension roll off her and she let out a small laugh. "You're right, you're right. I'm being ridiculous." She looked at Isabelle. "I'm sorry. It's very nice to meet you."

Isabelle stood up to shake her hand. "Don't be sorry. I'm sure you're taking good care of one of my favorite people?"

"Oh yes," she nodded enthusiastically. "The entire staff here loves Kurt. Me, the rest of the nurses, Dr. Anderson..." She trailed off and sent a very obvious wink to Kurt, who flushed immediately.

"Dr. Anderson?" Isabelle asked. "Someone I should know about?" Kurt had seen that look before. It was her matchmaker look.

Kurt felt himself blushing. "What? No... He's just... He's my doctor. We're... We're friends."

"Oh, are you... Oh I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to intrude or whatever. I just kind of assumed...." Courtney stammered, obviously embarrassed.

"It's fine," Kurt assured her.

There was a bit of an awkward pause before Isabelle came to the rescue. "So, Courtney, tell me about yourself."

For the next twenty minutes the trio went over her time in high school and her brief affair with the idea of going into fashion. Soon she had to go check on other patients, but her eyes absolutely lit up when Isabelle complimented her Gucci glasses.

When it was just the two of them, Isabelle turned to Kurt. "Okay, spill."

"I have no idea what you're—"

"The doctor. What's going on there?"

Kurt sighed. He could honestly say he had no idea what was going on. "I... He's nice, okay? He's... A nice guy. And we're... Friends."

Isabelle still looked skeptical. "Kurt..."

"Isabelle, I...," he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know what to do about Aidan. He hasn't even called. I just... I need to see him. I miss him."

"Oh honey." Isabelle pulled him into one of those hugs that you want to drown in and not come up again. Kurt hugged her back fiercely, but he didn't cry. Maybe he was all cried out.

"Honey, I know it's hard. You'll see him again, I promise." She rubbed little circles into his back. "And can I give you some advice?"

"Of course." PLEASE. Impart some of your wisdom.

She tilted her head and gave him a loving smile. "This guy? Dr..."

"Anderson."

"Dr. Anderson. If he's important to you, don't let him go." Isabelle leaned over to give him a small kiss on the cheek before standing up and making her way to the door.

"Isabelle?" She turned around. "Thank you."

She smiled. "Anything for you, Kurt. Let me know when you're ready to come back into work."

When Isabelle walked out of the room, Kurt sunk into the bed. Whatever was going on with Dr. Anderson, it was making him crazy.

...

Isabelle was walking towards the elevator when she checked up on a few emails on her phone. Suddenly she smacked into a man in a white coat and felt coffee spilling everywhere.

"Oh, God! I'm so sorry, I—"

"Oh! It's fine! Oh man, uh—"

Isabelle looked up to see a positively dreamy young man staring at his coffee stained shirt. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Me neither, I was checking my pager." The elevator opened. "Oh, ladies first."

Isabelle boarded the elevator and gave the man a once over. He looked like one of her favorite models from their winter line. He had naturally tanned skin and very fortunately thick curls. "What a shame, is that shirt Armani?"

His eyes darted to her as if trying to figure her out. "It is, actually." He cocked his head ever so slightly to the side. "I've only ever known one person to tell a designer from a simple button up shirt," he commented with a hint of a smirk.

Isabelle smiled. "I would probably get along with that person."

The doctor laughed. "You probably would." Everyone does, he thought.

"Is there anything I can do about your shirt?" Isabelle asked. She felt bad. Surely she had something in the vault she could donate to this young man.

"Don't worry about it." He gave her an easy smile. "I have another one in my locker. As for the coffee..."

Isabelle couldn't help but laugh. "Of course, you spill coffee on an Armani shirt, straight off the line, and the coffee is what you're worried about."

"This was a perfectly good medium drip! There is no better coffee order on the planet, nothing will convince me otherwise."

"Oh God, you're sounding like someone else I know," Isabelle lamented. "I get very concerned when young men get so impassioned by coffee."

The doctor laughed. "Well if you're going to get impassioned by something, it might as well be a delicious morning drink pumped with caffeine, don't you think?"

Isabelle shook her head as the elevator door opened. "Whatever you say, Dr..."

"Anderson." He gave her a tv ready smile.

Isabelle raised her eyebrow. "I see. Well. It was very nice meeting you, Dr. Anderson." She gave him a smile before exiting the hospital.

She really hoped Kurt wouldn't let this one slip through his fingers.

...

Kurt spent the rest of the day on his iPad trying to touch up some new designs. He really lost himself when he was perfecting sketches and didn't know why he didn't think of it sooner.

"You wear glasses?"

Kurt looked up. Blaine was standing in front of the bed. He had no idea when he had walked in or how long he had been there.

"Oh... Um... Yeah." Kurt took them off immediately. The only people who had ever seen him in glasses were the fine people of Vogue, Rachel, and Aidan.

The tiniest of smiles graced Blaine's lips. "I like it."

Kurt felt his face heat up. "You're lying. I look like a grandma."

"If I knew any grandmas that looked like that I would have to seriously reconsider my orientations." He joked. After a moment, his eyes went wide. "I mean—"

But Kurt was laughing. "Yeah, okay. I'll give Betty White a call next time she's in town."

Blaine scoffed. "Please, even as gay as I am, I would do anything Betty White wanted me to now."

Kurt laughed even harder. "Whatever you say."

"Are you trying to tell me you wouldn't?" Blaine gasped though a grin.

"Um, no." Kurt thought it over. "But Angela Lansbury, definitely."

"I guess I can live with that." They both continued to smile and Kurt shook his head. Sometimes their conversations were so ridiculous he couldn't even comprehend.

"So what are you working on?" Blaine asked curiously.

"Oh, um..." Kurt wasn't sure if he should show him. It wasn't even finished, after all, and he generally never showed anyone his sketches until they were finalized.

"Unless it's private. I didn't mean to pry." Blaine shifted uncomfortably, and Kurt couldn't help but compare him to some baby animal.

"No, no it's fine." He handed the iPad off to the doctor. "It's a new jacket I'm working on. It's nowhere near finished but—"

"Kurt, this is amazing." Blaine's eyes skimmed the screen with such intensity Kurt had to blush.

"Thanks. I'm kind of stuck on the color, though. I've tried a few different blacks but it's just not working."

"Hmm." Blaine continued to scan the drawing. "Have you thought about brown?"

Kurt's eyebrow quirked. In all honesty, he hadn't. But he thought about the lines of the design and he could see how brown would work well. "I hadn't actually. But that's... Very insightful of you."

Blaine smiled. "I would wear it."

Kurt couldn't help but return the smile as he reached for the iPad. "Brown it is, then."

"Wait, just like that?" Blaine looked shocked.

"Well, yeah. I am the designer after all. I can basically do whatever I want."

"So if I'd have told you to make it polka dots, you could do that?"

"I said I can do what I want, not make it tacky and awful."

"C'mon," Blaine teased, "you could let one totally gaudy thing go by. Tell people it's fashion and they'll believe it."

"Not when it's attached to my name."

"You're no fun."

"It must be the glasses."

"Then I take it all back. I hate the glasses."

Kurt smirked. "Don't even lie. You love them."

Blaine shook his head. "Nope. Apparently glasses make people boring. So from this point on I am swearing them off forever."

"I am not boring."

"Prove it."

Kurt stopped cold. There was no way his doctor was flirting with him, there was just no way. Besides, he definitely did not have feelings for him.

But shit if that didn't just make his stomach swirl.

"I—I..." Kurt stammered. "Prove it?"

"Yep." Did Blaine just bite his lip? There was no way that was even voluntary, but damn was it hot. "And there's only one way to prove to me and the rest of the world that you know how to have fun."

Kurt may or may not have heard that last part. He was too busy staring at Blaine's lips. "I..."

"Polka dot jacket."

Kurt snapped back to reality. "Blaine Anderson!" The doctor was laughing his ass off now, and Kurt strained not to smile. "That is not even funny!"

"Oh my God, your face though!" Blaine was still gasping for air and Kurt couldn't contain himself any longer.

Kurt must have had the most lovable asshole to ever grace the Earth as his doctor.