Doctors Need Mending Too

Chapter 11

Tilting his head a bit to the side, Blaine allowed me better access as I lazily kissed towards his mouth. I placed one hand gently to hold the opposite side of his face as the other reached his hips. I pulled him against me, feeling the need to have him close. His tears have dried now and although he was silent, I can sense his longing and his need. I pulled him even closer, using both arms to hold him tightly against me, surrounding him with my warmth and gifting him with a sense of safety. I placed both hands against his back and we stayed still for a couple of minutes, in silence. After his breathing slowed down to an even pace and the last of his sobs had completely subsided, I pushed him away slightly to meet his gaze.

"It's killing me that you're hurting like this, Blaine."

"No more. I am not going to let you go through this alone anymore." I added, never breaking eye contact.

He nodded, before leaning in for another kiss. Slowly, it became deeper, needier. I felt his hand climb up to hold me gently by the nape of my neck. He kissed me like his life depended on it and I let him. I allowed him to take some strength from it, some peace, some love, because he needed it, he needed me even closer than ever before.

We broke apart, light headed from the beauty of the very moment, both flushed but a bit calmer than when we started. I continued to stare into his hazel eyes, watching as he took a few deep breaths, conscious of how my own chest rose and fell as well.

"Why did I ever let you go?" he asked sincerely, a hint of sadness still obvious in his eyes.

I felt a small smile form from the sides of my lips. I pulled him impossibly closer by his hips.

"We were young and stupid, Blaine. Fate may have torn us apart then, but it allowed us to find each other again."

"How is it that you can make sense even of the situations, while I find horrible and meaningless?"

"Because that's how we are, Blaine. We complete each other's thoughts, we finish each other's sentences, we dry each other's tears, we make our dark days brighter, and we make each other whole." I said it because it was true. For years I've tried telling myself there would be someone else. But years of failed relationships and lonely hours on my bed has proven it otherwise. It has taken me barely a week, a horrible one at that, to find my way back home.

"I love you." Blaine said.

"I love you too."

We kissed for a couple more minutes, enjoying the perfection of being in each other's arms. Then, I allowed Blaine to lead me towards his bedroom completely aware of what was about to happen. Of what should happen after too many years. I felt shivers run down my spine like gentle jolts of electricity, the anticipation like butterflies inside my stomach, the yearning so strong it actually hurts.

As we reached his bed, I placed both hands gently on Blaine's shoulders and lowered him on the bed. He complied, need evident in his beautiful, golden eyes. I bent forward, kissing him longingly on the mouth. A soft moan escaped him just as he parted his lips, giving me deeper access. I leaned in closer just as he lowered his back to the mattress, placing me partly on top of him. We continued to kiss lazily, sloppily, with occasional moans and whimpers escaping each of our lips. My hands traveled downwards to caress his chest, his heart beating fast against my own. Blaine's hands were on me too, clumsily undoing the first button of my shirt.

"Blaine, are you sure?" I asked when we pulled apart to breathe.

"Kurt, I've never been more sure in my life. I need you."

"I need you, I need you." He kept repeating, desperately, as he trailed butterfly kisses along my jaw and the exposed part of my neck while at the same time working on the rest of my buttons. After slipping out of my shirt, I took my turn to pull his now crumpled scrub over his head and tossing it to the floor. I came back down quickly, filled the overwhelming desire to feel Blaine against me. I urged him to climb up higher on the bed so that I could lie on top of him completely and I couldn't help myself from watching his beautiful body move.

"You're even more perfect than I remember." I said, more to myself. Blaine may have heard it as well as he blushed deeply and it just made him look even better. I crawled up, cautious of my growing erection as it grinded with the thin material of my boxers and the roughness of my jeans. I lowered my head and kissed Blaine's already swollen lips. With my left arm bent and resting on my elbow, I then traced his torso with my right, rubbing slow, smooth circles against his bare skin. Another moan escaped Blaine's lips as I reached further downwards to caress his already hard dick.

"W-we should really take this off." Blaine whispered, referring to his pants. Agreeing, I pushed myself off of him once again and worked on his jeans. After undoing the button and zipper, I grabbed the rough fabric together with his boxers by his hips and gently pulled then down and off, Blaine lifting his hips in compliance. I then stood up and stripped myself of the offending garments as well. Blaine lifted his back off the bed and leaned on his elbows, watching me. I felt a blush creep up my neck, but I kept his gaze.

"God, Kurt. You're... you look..." He stammered fruitlessly as I went back over him quickly and covered his mouth once again with mine. We continued, slowly with both of our passions warming us to the core, both of us wanting this moment to last forever. I watched Blaine through half lidded eyes as he squirmed and whimpered against my touches.

Entering Blaine at that moment was probably the best thing that has ever happened in my life. It was when everything suddenly fell into place, the time I found purpose and reason, the explanation for the lifelong sense of emptiness and need.

Blaine is for whom I want to live for.

I need to live loving this man.

Forever.

The now familiar beep of Blaine's alarm woke me up from my dreamless sleep. The rising and falling of Blaine's chest comforting me as I found myself perfectly fitted against his shoulder. I lifted my arm from where it was draped across his bare chest and placed it against the stubble on his jaw. He stirred a smile was already on his lips even before he opened his eyes. He popped one open and the honey colored orb caught my gaze.

"Good morning." He greeted in a husky voice.

"Morning to you too."

"I have to get to work." He said. Nodding, I pushed myself up and watched him get off the bed, naked.

I stared admiringly as he bent down to get his boxers and put them on before sitting back down.

"Thank you, for last night." Blaine said in a low voice, his eyes casted downwards to his clasped hands.

"You would have done the same thing for me too." I said after crawling towards him and giving him a small peck on the cheek.

After a few more minutes of lazy kissing, I allowed him to start getting ready as I prepared him breakfast. We ate in silence and since we left Blaine's car at the hospital parking lot the day before, I offered him a ride.

We arrived at the hospital at quarter to eight and just before he went off the car, I gave him a small peck on the cheek and wished him good luck.

"Stay strong." I told him.

"Call me, anytime. Okay?"

He gave me a sad smile before he closed the door and walked towards the lobby. I spent a couple more minutes watching him disappear through the glass doors before I pulled out of the lot and made my way back home.

I caught my dad under a worn down car, too preoccupied with his work to notice my arrival. Annoyed, I bent my knees and knelt just beside him to peek at what he's doing. Seeing that he still hasn't seen me, I knocked my knuckles a couple of times against the metal frame. He finished on a piece of screw before lifting his head a bit to look at me.

"Hey, kid."

"I thought we've talked about you taking things easy, dad?"

Smirking, my dad held on a metal bar and pulled himself out from underneath the car.

"Well, it is hard enough that I have to eat oatmeal every morning, Kurt. I'd be bored to death if you won't let me work. You might as well bind me to a bed!" He said, whilst wiping his greasy hands on an equally greasy rag.

I winced at the mention of the 'D' word but decided to let go of the thought. Losing my dad is never a welcome image inside my head.

"Spent the night with that Anderson kid again?" Burt inquired, obviously in an attempt to change the subject.

"Uh- yeah. He's been having a tough week." I answered, trying to act nonchalant.

"How did the date go anyway?" Of course my dad was going to press further.

"Fine and not so fine I guess?" I replied honestly.

"Hmm.."

"We've had a complicated encounter with an ex."

It was hard keeping anything from my dad as I've been so used to having just him in my life. We've both been sworn to a pact of complete honesty and I've always complied. My relationship with Blaine just cannot be an exception. I told him about seeing Danny in the bathroom and the little stunt he pulled. I gave him a brief and very simplified version of Blaine's abuse, of how I've been quickly caught in his whirlwind of emotions and just how deeply I suddenly got involved.

"It's just like falling in love with him all over again, dad."

"He needs me and I need him. I mean, I guess I never really realized just how much I missed him until I found him again."

"He makes me feel complete."

My dad was silent for the most part, his lips a thin line. Whether he was disappointed or upset about what I've been telling him, his facial expression gave nothing away. He took a few more seconds to ponder on what I've just admitted, and then spoke.

"It's always been him, hasn't it?"

"I guess so."

"After all these years." He said, a sad smile playing on his lips.

"He's the one dad. There's just no one else. Believe me, I've tried!" I exclaimed, a brief recollection of my failed relationships flashing inside my head.

"I guess I've known all along." My dad admitted.

"You've what?"

"You and Blaine, you just keep getting drawn back together by this invisible force."

"Fate." I said, supplying the word for him.

"Well, I've always trusted your judgment, Kurt. But take one word of advice from your old man?"

I chuckled nodding as he raised an eyebrow.

"Honesty."

I swallowed mid laugh, knowing what he's asking me to do.

"The building block of every relationship, kid."

"Do I really have to tell him?" I asked.

"Either you do, or that psycho ex of his will wake up and tell him himself. Now, that wouldn't be too pretty."

Sighing, defeated, I promised him to tell Blaine when I found the right time. My dad and I walked back to the house and I excused myself before heading to my old room (now turned guest room) to lie down for a while.

I was awoken, an hour and a half later by the buzzing of my phone. Groggily, I swiped at the screen to open a text message which happened to be from Blaine.

To Kurt: 10:05AM

I had to intubate Danny today. Damn ICU assignment. He's doing well by the way. No memory loss and no neurological damages seen. Not too sure on how I should be feeling. xB

I was just about to type in a reply when another message came in.

He told me of your little encounter by the way.

I think I just felt my heart leap to my throat in panic. I jumped off the bed and grabbed my jacket and keys without really thinking.

"I'm going out for a bit!" I yelled towards the general direction of the living room where my dad was probably watching TV.

I dialed Blaine's number just as I turned on my ignition but it just rang several times before being sent into voicemail.

"Shit! Shit!" I slammed angrily at the steering wheel before changing the gear to reverse and stepping hardly on the gas. I heard the tires complain underneath but I ignored it as I sped by towards the highway.

I made it to the hospital in about an hour and a half, after breaking at least half a dozen traffic laws. I've tried calling Blaine numerous times during the drive but he never picked up. I knew I should have left a message saying I'm coming over but other than that, I guess I just didn't really know what else to say. I parked haphazardly at the nearest slot and jumped out of the car. I dialed Blaine's number again but after about seven rings, I decided to hang up.

Upon reaching the lobby, I walked briskly towards the stairs and climbed to the second floor where the Intensive Care Units were. With fingers crossed, I stormed through the first swinging doors I saw which brought me to the CCU.

A nurse came by to stop me, but from the door I saw Blaine's familiar frame standing at the Nurses' Station.

"Blaine!"

He turned to look towards me, an unreadable expression painted on his features. He looked back down at the chart he was writing on and for a moment I thought he was going to ignore me.

"You can't be here, sir." The nurse explained trying to push me back out the door but I kept my ground, waiting.

Blaine finished with what he was doing and started walking towards me. Upon seeing this, the nurse stopped motioning me out of the unit and gave Blaine a small nod.

"Kurt? What are you doing here?" He asked, confused.

I took a couple of big gulps of air to catch my breath before speaking.

"Danny. I can explain. I'm sorry!" I said pathetically.

Blaine shook his head, his lips drawn together into worried frown.

"Let's go outside." He said placing a hand on my shoulder before leading me out.

We took a similar elevator to the sixth floor, near the chapel and sat down on the first step of the adjacent stairs.

"I swear Blaine; I was going to tell you!" I said in panic after a whole minute of silence passed between us.

"You should have." He said quietly, his gaze looking distant.

"What did he tell you?" He asked, tilting his head to one side before rubbing tiredly at his nape.

"That I shouldn't tell you I saw him. I wanted to tell you, Blaine. I swear! It's just that... that evening was..," I stammered.

"It was really nice." He finished.

"Yeah, that. You were smiling and laughing! I just couldn't bring myself to ruin it for you."

"Did he hurt you?" He asked.

"What? No! No. I'm fine."

"Danny, he's dangerous. It scares me that he knows you, Kurt. That he knows about us. Even I am not fully aware of what he can do. But judging by the act he just pulled, I'd say he'd go through the extremes just to punish me. And for all we know, he would never hesitate on hurting you."

His expression has turned into a full frown by now and all I wanted to do was reach over and hold him. But we were in a public place, by the entrance of the church at that and I just didn't want to stir things.

"I hate that I'm this paranoid. But you should have told me!"

"I'm sorry. I really am."

"I'm not mad, Kurt. I'm just... Who knows what could have happened? He could have attacked you!"

"Ssssh. I know. But he didn't. I'm fine. We're fine and you're sending him to a psych ward right? You're sending him away. You're locking him up in a place where he can't ever hurt you." I said, resting a hand against his knee and rubbing on it in an attempt to calm him down a bit.

"I just.. I just don't know how I'd deal with it if he had hurt you. I would have never forgiven myself!"

"He's not getting anywhere near either of us again." I promised.