This is my first fic ever so don't laugh if it's really bad. (Okay I give you permission to laugh 'cause it's probably not that good)

Please review and tell me if it's shit so I know what I'm doing wrong.

And also, I'm not a native English speaker, but I don't think I have spelled anything wrong. If I have it's probably typos.

Thank you for reading and hopefully, enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

"Are you waiting for someone, sweetie?" Kurt heard a woman say and looked up into green warm eyes. The eyes belonged to a nurse, he could tell, because she was wearing one of those horrible outfits nurses wear.

"I- Um, yeah, I- I'm waiting to see my dad." he managed to mumble, and he cringed at how pathetic he sounded. And to top it off he also probably looked like shit from crying almost the entire day.

"Oh yeah? What's his name?" the nurse asked. Carole, he could read on her name tag. Carole seemed nice.

"Burt Hummel." he said. She looked through some papers, and then looked back at him.

"Mr. Hummel's still in surgery, but I'll come get you as soon as he's done. Okay?" she said.

"Sure." Kurt answered, and he could feel the fear creeping up inside him, like bugs crawling around.

"You sure you'll be fine by yourself or do you want me to keep you company?" she asked, voice filled with concern.

"Yeah. Totally." he choked out, and she looked at him with doubt. He'd never really been good at hiding his feelings. What if dad dies, what if h-

"Okay, I'll leave you now. I have a job to do after all." she said with a little laugh, and if his dad's life wouldn't have been hanging on a thread in that moment, he might've laughed himself. But he couldn't.

"Yeah. Thanks. Bye." he said, clenching his fists really hard to fight the tears that were burning behind his eyelids from falling. It worked

She smiled at him and nodded. He nodded back.

As he watched her walk away, he took a quick look around in the waiting room. There were a couple kids playing at a table in the middle, drawing and playing games. On a sofa in the corner there was an old man sitting together with his wife, talking. Then there was a couple people sitting on chairs along the walls of the room. Seated in a chair at the wall opposite him was a boy who was playing something on his phone. He couldn't see his face, because his face was tilted downwards and he seemed to be really into the game he was playing. He had the most messy hair Kurt had ever seen though. It was dark and curly. He had to fight the sudden urge to walk to him and run his hand through his curls.
Suddenly the boy looked up and stared straight into his eyes.

Oh.

My.

God.

Ohmyfuckinggod.

Kurt looked away and felt the blood rush up to his face. If the boy's face wasn't perfection then he didn't know what was. He had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. Like warm honey. And his bone structure. If Kurt was a tumblr person he probably would've said "hnngg" but he wasn't. Lost in his thoughts about the perfect guy's face he didn't notice the chair the nurse was sitting in (angled towards me) being used again.

"Hi. I'm Blaine." Kurt looked up jerking his neck so hard he'd probably get a whiplash damage. Sitting in the chair was the guy with the perfect face. Blaine. He almost fainted right there and then because his voice was like sex. Unable to answer he just opened and closed his mouth a few times. God Kurt, please embarrass yourself a bit more.

Blaine laughed and his eyes were sparkling like fireworks and he had the most adorable laugh ever and the cutest smile and ohmygod I'm probably hallucinating.

"Sorry, should I go?" he asked, looking a bit nervous now. And god if it wasn't the most adorable sight ever.

"No!" Kurt almost shouted, earning a few looks from the other people in the room. Blaine looked a bit shocked. "I mean, no, you can stay. Name's Kurt." Kurt said and stretched his hand towards him. Blaine looked at it with that adorable smile of his and took in his own, shaking it firmly.

"Nice to meet you Kurt. Couldn't help wanting to sit next to you after catching you staring at me." he said with a smirk and Kurt's face automatically turned into a red stop light.

"Um, I- sorry about that, I was just- I don't even know." he stuttered and Blaine looked amused. Gaining a bit valor, Kurt added, "You have really nice hair."

Blaine laughed and smiled flirtatiously. "You're really cute when you blush." he said, making Kurt blush even harder, if possible. "So Kurt, what brings you to this fancy place?"

Kurt suddenly remembered that they were in a hospital, and why he was there, and his face fell. Blaine noticed and looked concerned.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, and looked at Kurt with big, beautiful amber eyes, as Kurt took deep breaths and once again clenched his fists hard, to keep the tears from falling.

"My dad's in surgery right now, he's just had a heart attack and he might not survive." he choked out, not quite sure why he was telling that to a complete stranger, but it felt right somehow.

Blaine looked at him with sympathy and the tears won the battle and started streaming down his face. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." he said, and moved over to the sofa Kurt was sitting in, and embraced him and suddenly Kurt felt a hundred times better. Blaine painted invisible shapes on his back with his fingers, and he buried his face in the crook of Blaine's neck, and inhaled his scent.

Blaine stopped his hands at Kurt's shoulder blades and squeezed him tightly, and Kurt relaxed completely. Then Blaine let him go and looked at him with his beautiful honey eyes filled with concern, and took the sleeve of his shirt and dried Kurt's wet cheeks. Kurt smiled softly at him.

"Thank you." Kurt whispered and Blaine stroked his cheek with his fingertips.

"No problem." he answered, took Kurt's hand in his own and stroked Kurt's knuckles with his thumb.

They just sat there for half an hour, and Kurt thought of how weird it was that a stranger could comfort him that much just by holding his hand.

"Blaine Anderson!" a woman called out, and Blaine let go of Kurt's hand and looked at him sadly.

"I guess I'll have to leave you now. I'll see you later, Kurt." he said, and his voice suddenly sounded hollow and his eyes looked dead.

"Yeah. Bye." Kurt smiled at him, but he just looked at Kurt. It was sort of creepy that someone who looked so alive suddenly looked so... gone.

"Bye." Blaine said, and turned around without even looking at Kurt, and followed the doctor who had come to get him.

Then it hit Kurt. He hadn't asked Blaine why he was there. He might've had bigger problems than he had himself and he hadn't asked. Blaine must think that he just used him for comfort. Kurt felt like such a bad person and Blaine probably didn't even want to talk to him again. Kurt felt the tears burning behind his eyes. He swallowed hard and fought them back. He couldn't cry over a person he just met and knew nothing about. Except for that he's got the most beautiful eyes, prettiest smile, cutest laugh, sexiest bod... oh my god Kurt Hummel stop it.

"Mr. Hummel?" Kurt looked up and saw the nurse from before stand there. She smiled happily at him. Carole, he remembered. "Your dad's surgery went just fine, he's gonna have to stay here for a couple of weeks though, just so that we can observe him and see how he's doing. Okay?"
He couldn't even begin to describe how relieved he felt. His dad was going to survive. His world wouldn't fall apart.

"C- Can I see him?" He asked carefully. Please say yes please say ye-

"Yeah, sure. He's not awake yet though. Come on, I'll show you the way." He happily jumped up from the couch he was sitting in and followed her to his dad's room.

Burt looked so weak when he was lying in the hospital bed. It felt kind of weird, seeing the man that'd been your rock for eight years looking so small. He sat down beside the bed and clutched his hand in his dad's.

"I'll leave you two alone for ten minutes or so, but then you'll have to go home because visiting hours are over then." Carole said.

Ten minutes seemed like a long time when you were in school. Now it seemed to take one minute before the clock said that the ten minutes had passed and Carole came back in.

"Sweetie, you'll have to go now, but you can come back after school tomorrow. I promise I'll take good care of him. Okay?" Kurt nodded at her words, squeezed his dad's hand one last time and said a quick 'thanks' to Carole before walking quickly out of the room, out of the hospital.

Never had it felt so good to be outside and get a bit fresh air.

He drove home quickly and passed out on his bed before putting his PJ's on. He could survive one night without his moisturizing routine.

It's short, I know, but see it as an introduction.

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