Entries tagged with [ship] kurt/blaine

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"So rewind, make this moment last forever, babe."

Who: Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson
What: Of aftermaths and uncertainty
Where: Kurt's apartment
When: About a week and a half after Blaine's discharge

Pins and needles were pulsing through Kurt's arm as he woke up slowly. Biting down on his lip in concentration, he carefully eased it out from under Blaine's waist and rolled onto his back. Blaine continued to snooze on beside him, and after staring at the ceiling for a few moments, Kurt sighed and turned his head to watch Blaine's face. His long, thick eyelashes rested on his cheeks and his curly hair was messed up and twisting in all directions over his head, including a little stray tendril looped just near his temple. Internally, Kurt gave himself a swift mental kick while he gradually eased himself up in the bed to sit on the side of it and look around to see where he had left his fluffy bathrobe.

The memories of what had happened between them earlier in the evening popped back into his head. Soft, warm lips, hands searching, legs entwined, naked skin pressed together, crumpled sheets tangled around feet... Kurt sat there, spotting his bathrobe in a pile by the nightstand, right next to the torn foil empty condom wrapper. He chewed on the corner of his lip again and reached to grab the bathrobe. He only got one arm into it before he felt a warm hand come to rest on his bare hip to match the mumbled, "Don'go..."

With his one arm in the robe, Kurt looked behind him over his shoulder whilst he tried to negotiate his hand into the other sleeve. "We shouldn't have done that," was his hushed response, but instead of still getting up like he intended, his gaze lingered on Blaine's sleepy face nestle on his pillow while he tried to contemplate this whole damn situation and how it had just taken an about-turn on everything. "This is why I was supposed to stay in my guest room."

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"I heard it through the grapevine."

Who:

justbeingaqueen,

gotstarpower, and

woman_or_a_girl (posting order)
What: Fag Hag Tag Teaming
Where: Kurt's apartment
When: After THIS and THIS

Kurt must have been in a really deep sleep, because when his apartment buzzer went, he was sure he was dreaming it. He woke up quickly, a bit of subconscious awareness kicking in, and lifted his head, straining to listen for the sound he wasn't sure he heard. Then it went again, and he was forced to quickly and groggily take in his surrounding and became abruptly aware of the fact he was spooning another body. Another body in his bed. Rapidly, his brain reminded him that the good Dr Anderson was staying with him in his care and was using Kurt's bed because it had an en suite in case the bathroom was needed urgently. Kurt remembered helping Blaine eat a little bit of chicken broth and then just sat down on the bed beside him to chat quietly while he waited to see if Blaine would tolerate the food. He must have fallen asleep without even realising. The TV was on low and the lights dimmed right down, but Blaine was out like a light snuggle back against Kurt's body, his breathing deep and even.

He carefully untangled himself and got up out of bed, rubbing at his face and trying to scrape his hair back into something presentable. He was still in his casual clothes he had changed into after they got home but it was only when he passed through the living room to get to the front door of his apartment (that was one half of a larger house renovated to split into two smaller apartments) that he realised it was actually ten thirty in the morning and he had to do a double-take at the clock. "Fuck..." he cursed in disbelief when he realised he and Blaine had probably slept snuggled up together all freaking night. On the upside, it didn't seem that Blaine had woken up once, which was a good thing.

But when he answered the door and found Quinn and Mercedes both standing on his stoop smirking deviously back at him, he gave a huffy sigh and rolled his eyes. "I'm an atheist, so whatever you're trying to convert me to, it won't beat the sacrificial ceremonies to Satan I perform every time I take a cock up the ass." Despite his voice being hoarse and scratchy from just being woken, he still managed to perfect the sassy bite to his words. "Is this an intervention, darlings?"

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Finally some success with the chicken noodle soup, but have my bed crashed by a snoozing surgeon. Just don't have the heart to wake him...

~~Really, really not how I anticipated my next encounter of sleeping with a guy to be.~~

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[TEXT] To jewhawk

I'm... staying at his place. He's cooking for me.

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Ohio must have THE most unreliable birth control in the world.

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[FACEBOOK] Private Message to <user site="livejournal.com" user="bad2theboner" title="Andrew Pearson

How are you holding up, darling? Thinking of you. Don't reply if you're not up to it x

Current Mood: sleepy

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"If you haven't any charity in your heart, you have the worst kind of heart trouble."

Who:

justbeingaqueen and

rockstarwarbler
What: Caring is as caring does
Where: En route to Kurt's apartment
When: The day after THIS
Rating: PG

Kurt was happy to be able to help Blaine, even if he had issued quite the ultimatum with it, and even if he was a little nervous at the prospect of having Blaine stay with him. Sure, before any of this all happened and Kurt barely knew the guy, he offered for Blaine to stay in his guest room when a leaky pipe flooded Blaine's apartment but things had been way different back them. It was before Kurt had saved his life, and before the prospect of a date had been on the table and the rudely - but expectedly - snatched back off it.

However, Kurt managed to shuffle his roster around and palm of a few shifts to his 2IC so he had nearly a week off work to help Blaine get back on his feet after the illness. It was a huge favour, though Kurt had no intentions of asking for anything in return. He just wanted Blaine to talk to him about all this confusing crap he was on about. In the meantime, Kurt could nurse him back to health and wouldn't have to worry that he was doing something like choking on his own vomit or dying in a shower. There might have been a distance between them since Blaine took the date out of the equation, but Kurt still cared for him. Of course he did, but he knew they hardly knew each other, too, and maybe now was a perfect chance to change that. Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.

He just finished his shift and he was exhausted, but arrived at Blaine's hospital room to pick him up and take him home. He adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag against his chest and stifled a small yawn as he came over. "Okay, where are these discharge papers? The sooner we get out of here the better, I'm ready to keel over. Which, by the way, you're going to bed when I do so I can be safe in the knowledge you're comfortable while I crash out."

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Getting discharged... hopefully. Fingers crossed.

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[FACEBOOK] Private Message to <user site="livejournal.com" user="justbeingaqueen" title="Kurt Hummel

Can we talk?

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I don't want to be a patient anymore. I hate it. Someone get me out of this damn place. I'm a freaking doctor, not a patient!

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Starting to get a paranoia complex.

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" He who fears to suffer, suffers from fear."

Who:

bad2theboner and

justbeingaqueen
What: The beginning of a wait
Where: Infection Diseases Clinic
When: A few hours after THIS
Rating: Possible language and adult themes

The responses Kurt received from Andrew when he called him up after getting no reply on Facebook were flat and numb. He knew immediately from the tone of Andrew's voice that something was really wrong. He got the bare basics out of him, and as soon as he heard that, he promised Andrew he would be right there and hung up before Andrew could protest. Maybe they were exes, but so fucking what? Something like this, Andrew shouldn't be alone for. He needed his friends, and Kurt was going to be right there with him through it.

He found Andrew sitting on the side of one of the bed in the clinic. He looked terrible, and he was holding a tiny plastic cup in his hand containing three pills in one hand, and a cup of water in the other. With a concerned sigh, Kurt stepped into the small bay and pulled the curtain around behind him so they at least had a little bit of privacy. Fucking hell. Andrew was a staff member here and they couldn't even pull the curtain for him. Kurt went over to him, standing beside him so he could tuck an arm around Andrew's shoulders. "Worried about the side effects, darling?" he asked softly. He knew the post-exposure prophylatic drugs were really rough and the side effects often really bad. It was a hard notion to face that you could spend so long feeling crap, but it was the best precation out there.

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[FACEBOOK] Private Message to jewhawk

You owe me $100.

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[FACEBOOK] Private Message to <user site="livejournal.com" user="justbeingaqueen" title="Kurt Hummel

This is really hard for me to say, because you have been so totally amazing in everything you've done for me, but I think I have to change my mind about the date. I'm so sorry.

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I have a date.

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[TEXT MESSAGE] to Blaine Anderson

dude, you're a fuckin' stud. rock on.

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First day back. Exhaustion is setting in. When is someone going to invent a portable infusion of caffeine to wear for the professionals of this world?

What I wouldn't give to be on a tropical island sipping cocktails ~~with a sexy, scantily clad surgeon at my side...~~

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"Mens sana in corpore sano."

Who:

dancnwithmyself and

justbeingaqueen
What: Following the process
Where: High Dependency Unit
When: Two days after Blaine woke up
Rating: Innocent

Today was Kurt's first day back at work after the whole Swine Flu that wasn't ordeal. Infection Control had demanded he stay off until his next set of bloodwork came back clear, even if he hadn't had a single symptom from the start. Sure, he gave Blaine mouth-to-mouth, but malaria wasn't catching by saliva, and it wasn't like Kurt blew his penis. Talk about overkill.

But now he was back in his element and after being in the OR all morning, he had a couple of potential patients on the wards to see and assess. The first was SPI patient, Arthur Abrams, in the HDU just a couple of doors down from Blaine. Kurt was the uttmost professional when it came to his job, though, and whilst some staff might be tempted to drop in on a friend for a quick hello before seeing to their patients, Kurt wasn't one of them.

Back in his comfort zone of his his pink scrubs with matching stethoscope draped around his neck, Kurt picked up Artie's files form the nurses' station and went over to his room. He knocked softly on the glass door and went inside. "Mr Abrams? I'm Kurt Hummel, the Surgical and Anesthesia Nurse Practitioner here. Which is basically a fancy way of saying I'm a paid multi-tasker, but long story short, I'm going to be your Anesthesiologist if it comes to the decision to operate on your spine. Unlike the movies, it's not as simple as just giving you a needle and putting you to sleep, so I just need to have a bit of a chat with you, if that's okay."

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"Life is too short to sleep on low thread-count sheets."

Who:

rockstarwarbler and

justbeingaqueen
What: Patience is a virtue
Where: High Dependency Unit
When: Nearly a week after Blaine fell ill
Rating: Innocent

The latest CT scan of Blaine's brain showed that over the past couple of days, the swellinghad reduced signficantly and the neurologist became confident that he should show signs of waking soon. All sedatives were ceased and they put a step up on his antimalaria drug regime now they were more confident he could cope with them. As the days seemed to drag on with Blaine not waking up, Kurt had been forced to go home to his apartment to try and get a bit of sleep, but he was back at the hospital early each morning to sit and wait for any changes.

And now something was finally looking up. Over the last hour or two, Blaine had been stirring and showing signs of waking. Any medical professional will tell you that in real life, it wasn't like the movies. Someone in Blaine's condition could actually take sometime to regain proper consciousness rather than just bouncing awake and ready to conversations. It was a process, and Kurt was willing to wait it out. As soon as it looked like it might happen, he had dimmed the lights right down so they wouldn't be a strain on Blaine's eyes and he made sure the doctors and nurses were aware in case - god forbid - he took a turn for the worse. But his obs were all stable had dropped out of the dangerous zone. All Kurt could do was just be patient.

He took the time to really study Blaine closely for the first time, despite having been there on and off for days. He was actually stunningly beautiful, as far as Kurt was concerned. His dark features, his curly hair... and he had the longest eyelashes Kurt was sure he had ever seen. Sure, he had a sickly pallor and dark smudges under his eyes. He had tubes up his nose for oxygen and wires feeding out of the top of his gown to monitor any changes in his heart. But he was still beautiful. Kurt had no idea what was going to happen from then on with this situation, and he didn't have time to analyse it, because Blaine started to wake up then. Kurt just rested his hand over Blaine's forehead to comfort him and once his eyes were open, he just smiled. "Hello, Sleeping Beauty. And right before I was about to plant one on you, too. Totally stealing my moment there. Psht, princesses..." he scoffed softly in jest, but he watched in concern to make sure Blaine was okay.

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Going to put in a complaint with management about the wall colour in the HDU. It's depressing and I honestly think it's affecting my mental health. A sea cove blue would be much more adequate. And that picture of a camel has to go, stat.