If it were up to Blaine Anderson, he wouldn't have gotten out of bed that day. He would have slept until three and then played Call Of Duty for the rest of the day. But it wasn't up to him; there was a teenage girl who needed him today, and he couldn't deny her the help she needed. So by 8.30 he was dressed and in his car, his acoustic guitar in the back seat.

~*~*~

"Blaine Anderson?"

Blaine turned around at the voice. A man in light purple scrubs was leaning against the doorway of one of the rooms, a clipboard in hand.

"Huh? Yeah, that's me," Blaine said, walking/jogging awkwardly towards the man, who laughed quietly.

"Whoa, slow down there. I'm Kurt Hummel, I'm a doctor here." He smiled again, and Blaine would be the first to admit that that smile was contagious.

"Blaine Anderson. You already know that, though..." Blaine scratched the back of his neck and cursed himself mentally.

"Hey, so I've got Jodi Kale in here. I'd ask if you were the musical therapist, but why else would you be walking around a hospital with a guitar on your back?"

Blaine laughed. "I should go in there then, huh?"

"That was the plan," Kurt smiled, his eyes lighting up. Wow, his eyes, Blaine thought, but quickly supressed the thought and made his way into the room. 

"Bye, Kurt Hummel," he added as Kurt walked the other way.

"Just Kurt is fine. Bye."

"Bye!" Blaine called, like a toddler might.

Kurt chuckled. "Bye, Blaine."

"Jodi?" Blaine asked, plastering on his patented grin.

"Are you Mr. Anderson?" 

"That's me," he smiled, seating himself across from her bed. "But you can call me Blaine."

"Kurt told me you'd be here. He said you're a musical therapist. Which I can tell, because of your guitar and your tacky bowtie."

Blaine laughed. "We're not here to talk about me."

"Well, I don't want to talk about me. Not really."

"I'm here for an hour, sweetie. Let's be productive."

Jodi thought for a moment. "You're a musical therapist, right?"

"That's me."

"Why don't you - we sing?"

"Sure! Of course! What do you want to sing?"

"Hmm. Sins Of My Youth."

"That's...specific. How'd you -"

"Partly because I'm being an ironic smartass. And partly because you look like you'd make it sound good."

"Great! Do you want to start?"

"Vocally. But, you're the one with the guitar," Jodi smiled.

Blaine grinned and strummed out the first few chords of the song.

He didn't expect Jodi to be as talented as she was. "I've got these habits that I cannot, I've got these habits that I can't, I've got these habits that I cannot break."

She gestured at Blaine and he began to sing. Jodi grinned at him, because it was hard not to smile when Blaine Anderson was singing, right there in front of you.

"Sing with me, sing with me!" he pleaded, sounding so much like a toddler it was almost pitiful.

"I break habits just to fall in love, but I do it on designer drugs! You can call me dangerous, but these are the sins, the sins of my youth!" the two sang, grinning.
"Would you love me still, would you love me still? Would you love me still? Would you luh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uv?"

"So, how are you feeling?" Blaine asked, setting his guitar against the wall.

"You're an awesome singer," Jodi grinned.

"You, too."

She smiled. "But I still don't really want to talk. Not about my...situation, anyway." She gestured at her left wrist.

"That's okay," Blaine nodded. "We don't have to talk about...that."

"Well, what do we talk about? You're here for another, like, fifty minutes."

"We could talk about...you."

"What about me?"

Blaine shrugged. "Whatever there is to know."

"Wait, you were in show choir?" Jodi asked, laughing so hard that her water sprayed out of her mouth.

"What's so surprising about that?"

"The...but...you're...you...no!"

Blaine chuckled. "It's my hair, isn't it? I didn't always look like a homeless drug dealer, you know."

"I just can't picture you as the lead soloist of a show choir called the Warblers. You can understand why that's confusing, right?"

"Don't forget it was at an all-boys private school."

"Ohh, you must have been so cute in your private school uniform!" she giggled.

"Hey! Trust me, you would love the blazer."

"I'm sure I would," she quipped.

Blaine was about to argue when someone knocked on the door. "Mind if I cut in?" 

The pair turned at Kurt's voice.

"Not at all," Blaine grinned.

"This means the hour's up, I presume?" Jodi asked.

"I'll be back tomorrow, don't worry."

"You can tell me more Warbler stories," she laughed, and Blaine shoved her gently.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow," he smiled.

"Of course," Kurt beamed. "But maybe we could get your number. You know, in case -"

"In case I need to talk!" Jodi cut in.

"Yeah, that," Kurt said, flashing Jodi a greatful look.

"Or, you know, if you need to talk," Blaine added, winking (winking?) in Kurt's direction.

"Y-y-yeah," Kurt stuttered, feeling the blush creep into his cheeks.

"See you tomorrow, Blaine!" Jodi called, and Blaine waved and walked out to his car. 

"He's totally into you," Jodi said, as soon as she was sure Blaine was gone.

"What? No way," Kurt snorted.

"Don't be so oblivious! He likes you."

Kurt just smiled. "Whatever. Let's check your blood level, 'kay?"

"Okay," Jodi agreed. "He totally likes you."