After the initial introductions, Dr. Hummel had continued his silent scrutiny of the teenager and the room had lapsed into silence. At first it was a little uncomfortable having the attractive older man staring at him so intensely, but after about ten minutes of it he was just bored.

Abruptly, as if they hadn’t just been sitting in total silence, the doctor spoke up.

“So Blaine, can I call you Blaine?” He paused, seemingly waiting for an answer. When he got a nod he continued. “Ok Blaine, here’s how this is going to work. You talk, I listen, I make evaluations, I give them to your mom with your permission. Sound good?”

Another nod.

“Cool.”

After a moment to consider his words he continued. “So you’re here because you like… to watch TV?”

“Kid shows.” Blaine corrected. “You know like, Disney channel in the morning and stuff. My mom thinks it’s a problem. It’s not.”

Dr. Hummel didn’t say anything. Afraid he was going to start the sitting-and-staring thing again, Blaine rushed on.

“It’s really not. Look, I know you’re a shrink, and I know you’re supposed to ask me ‘How does that make you feel?’ until you find something wrong with me, but honestly that question is stupid. And there’s really nothing wrong with me. I mean, just because I enjoy watching Winnie the Pooh from time to time does not mean that I’m going to go out and screw a toddler or something. Because I’m not. Going to screw a toddler I mean.” He stared defiantly at the other man’s blank face.

“Well. I’m really glad the toddlers of the world are safe from you.” The elder stated solemnly, smoothly managing to keep a straight face, “I’ll be sure to inform the local daycares that the threat has been neutralized. “

“Good I’m glad.”

“I’m glad you’re glad.”

Silence reigned again.

Slowly, both doctor and patient’s mouths started to twitch upward. Finally the younger man offered a small smile whilst the older broke into a knowing smirk. They sat like that, just staring at each other until Dr. Hummel broke the silence.

“So… how does that make you feel?” he said with the grin.

Blaine smiled back and threw a couch pillow at him.

““““
“I’ll play it for you sometime Dr. Hummel, but what-”

“Call me Kurt.”

“I- What?”

“I call you Blaine. It’s awkward and cumbersome for you to call me ‘Doctor Hummel’ all the time. Just call me Kurt ok?”

“Um. Ok.”

““““
They both agreed very early in the session that there was absolutely nothing mentally wrong with Blaine, after he explained the comfort theory. Of course Kurt had a professional obligation to give him a full mental evaluation, but that quickly turned into a farce, the two men choosing instead to talk about their newly discovered mutual love of coffee, Vogue, and Broadway. By the end of the session each of them had something new that they had discovered about the world.

For Kurt, it was that he had just met a person on whom the world’s evil’s had very little hold. He found that refreshing.

For Blaine, it was that he absolutely had to see a psychologist again. Preferably this attractive, funny, attractive, sensitive, fashionable, attractive, caring, dangerously attractive one.