Chapter 1: Dentists, interns, and wisecracks
"Kurt Hummel?"
"That's me," Kurt said with a raised hand.
"How are you?"
"Good, actually."
Dr. Carl Howell read through Kurt's chart. "That's good." He sat down on his chair and directed Kurt to sit on the patient's chair. "Emma told me you transferred schools."
"I did,"
"How are you liking Dalton?"
"Its...great," Kurt couldn't help himself but smile.
Carl gave him a lopsided grin, one of his signature dentist-to-patient smiles. "I'm going to do some x-rays and then see where we go from there. Oh, and my nephew will be assisting me. He's the intern here." Carl looked at his watch.
A tall young man with brown hair walked in the room.
"Sorry I'm late, Uncle Carl. I almost forgot."
"Well, you're here now."
"I-I'll get ready,"
"Next time, don't be late, please,"
"You got it, dude," Joe said, giving his uncle two thumbs up.
As he left to put on his scrub, Carl rolled his chair closer to the patient's chair and adjusted the seat. "That was him. Joe's a good kid. He just sometimes needs to be reminded of things. Anyways, ah, please,"
Kurt opened his mouth. Joe was nothing like Blaine, but he was definitely movie-star quality. Nevertheless, it was out of the question. He didn't want to have another Finn incident again. And after what happened with Blaine, they both needed to keep their friendship true and honest.
Joe came back with his scrub on and gloves. He picked up the small x-ray panel and put it in Kurt's mouth with the instruction of his uncle. "Bite," Carl instructed Kurt.
Kurt bit on the small piece of plastic and gave Carl a nervous smile. "One, two, three…" Click. "Okay, open." said Joe and he put the used panel on a tray. "Other side."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm going to teach a session at Dalton next week."
Kurt nodded, with his mouth still open.
An hour and a half later, after the exam, Carl did some final checks. "You have healthy teeth. Keep it up."