It was playful but also professional.
He was wearing his new blue F.D.L.A t-shirt while he was busy washing one of the trucks, humming along to the radio, while Casey and Alex were inspecting the hoses and sorting out the inside.
Alex and Casey were the only female fire fighters in their station, altogether including Blaine there were 12 of them.
Craig, Freddy, Gerard, Danny, Johnathan, Ari, George, Mason, Harry, Alex, Casey and Blaine.
Blaine got along with everyone here, especially Mason and the girls, those 3 being around the same age as Blaine.
George was the stations oldest, the Fire Chief.
Craig was the captain and Freddy was the Lieutenant.
Usually Blaine didn't really see those three, they were usually in meetings or off doing other things for the station.
"Hey Blaine!"
"Yeah?!" He called back without looking up from where he was scrubbing the huge wheels of the fire truck.
"Have you been to any of the clubs with the boys yet?" Alex's voice drifted down to him from the cab and he rolled his eyes.
"No, not yet, I have my daughter every other week so I haven't had the chance yet."
"Because Casey and I would like to invite you out tonight, we have a friend that would be perfect for you!"
"No thanks Alex!" He yelled back as he splashed the soap suds off of the aide of the wheel.
"But Blaine, she's pretty, blonde hair..."
"No thank you Alex!"
Alex huffed through the window at him and he stared up at her.
"But why?" She asked with an indignant glare on her face.
Blaine shrugged.
"I don't really have time for dating right now."
"But then what do you do with all your...pent up frustrations?" She eyed him up and down and he laughed at her.
"That is what a hand is for!" He called back as he returned the bucket to its rightful place.
She glared at him once more before she disappeared back inside the trucks cab.
Blaine had been bugged about going out with the crew every weekend since he joined a few months ago, and so far he had to politely decline. Spending time with his daughter was the highlight of his life, he and his ex wife had made the arrangements so that they could both be present in their daughter's life as she grew.
She would stay with Blaine one week, and with her mother the next. It worked for them for the moment, Samantha was only 4 but she was the light of his life.
He didn't date, he didn't feel like he had the option or the time for that. His work was important, and his daughter had a lot of his free time, even when she wasn't staying with him, he devoted as much time to phone calls and skype dates with his little girl, and chatting to his ex, Melanie about her.
It was complicated already and Blaine didn't want the added pressure of dating, or a relationship to get in the way of this balance in life he had finally gotten.
The bell rang for an emergency as Blaine had just finished placing the cleaning things away, and he quickly ran for his suit, getting his boots on and then zipping it up, grabbing his helmet as the rest of the crew tumbled through into the holding area.
"Ok, code 3, residential fire, extrication necessary. Blaine, Mason, Alex, Casey, on hose. Let's move it." George told them as he came into the holding area, shutting off the alarm as Casey sat behind the wheel of the truck and blasted the siren and turned the lights on before tearing out of the garage.
George gave the address to Casey, who got them there in record time through midday traffic, and they all scrambled out of the truck, Blaine and Mason hurrying to help Alex set up the hoses.
Blaine tried to block out the screaming voices from inside the residential apartment block, he was given the order to be on the hose, so he had to do his job. Sometimes it was hard not to ignore an order, and turn to be on the extrication team, but it wasn't his call.
An ambulance pulled around the corner as Blaine and Mason had readied the hose, Casey and ALex turning the hoses on, when the chief gave the word.
The hoses were extremely hard to control while blasting water, and Blaine had been thankful that he decided to do weight training over the last couple of months, it made his stance a little better.
He saw the chief giving out orders for his team to extract people from the block as the fire was being controlled, and the team ran in, Blaine and Mason making sure that the hoses were pointed all over the top of the fire so that it wouldn't creep higher.
2 or 3 ambulances turned up, as well as an EMT crew, and then the police arrived.
When Blaine turned his head slightly he saw that one of the paramedics was standing and talking to the Chief, probably discussing plans of action, and as he turned to walk back to his crew, Blaine made eye contact but the guy just carried on walking past, and Blaine turned back to concentrate on his job.
The team were bringing people out, some coughing and some not, before a few of the team turned around and ran back in to get more. The paramedics were right there to help people, with oxygen masks, and blankets, cold presses, blood pressure gauges, and other equipment that Blaine couldn't name.
Blaine was almost distracted by a high but soft voice calling for help with one woman who suddenly collapsed, Blaine quickly glancing behind him at the paramedic who had a hold of her, before turning his attention back to the fire.
He heard the paramedic behind him working on the woman on the floor, talking to her quietly, asking her questions and then explaining what he was doing.
Blaine found he liked that voice.
"Ok, Vera, we're going to get you into the ambulance now...no don't move sweetie, we got you."
Blaine smiled a little as he listened to the woman thanking him, and a light laugh in response before the guy told her he was doing his job.
There was a certain emotion you get from helping people, and firefighters as well as paramedics had to be professional but also know how to deal with people, keep them calm and talk to them. They had different jobs, but it was all the same result...to save people.
"Kurt, we need to take more!" A female voice called out as the team rushed over with a woman and 2 young children.
Blaine listened as Kurt, the man from before, got back out of the ambulance, and opened the doors for the woman and her children to climb inside, he could still hear him talking to everyone in the ambulance, explaining procedure as best he could to the kids and their mother.
After a couple of minutes the ambulance that housed the guy with the nice voice, drove away, and Blaine and Mason had been ordered to turn the hoses off.
The fire was out, and the people had all be extricated from the property. They were done. The other ambulances took the rest of the residents, and the Chief ordered a secondary search of the property before they left.
Nothing and no-one else could be found inside the apartment block, so the chief gave the situation over to the police and they all got back in the truck after packing the hoses away again.
"Good work guys!" George called to everyone as most of the team removed their helmets and clapped each other on the back, before Casey drove the truck away from the scene.
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"Guys, come on, you'll be late for the bus!" Kurt called up the stairs of the new house, willing his boys to come down so they wouldn't be late, and make him late in the process.
"Coming!" Came one of their voices, and Kurt sighed as he went to pick up their lunch boxes.
He had twin boys, they were 8 now, and well on their way to becoming a little more independent. Kurt had been a little worried about them taking the school bus. Most parents had their kids ride the bus to school from 6 years old, but Kurt was never comfortable trusting his kids that much, and they were his whole life, it was hard for him to let go. He spoke with his own father about it, and he decided to wait until the boys were a little more trustworthy and independent before attempting to trust them with their own way to school. He decided after they turned 8 they could take it, and so far it had been working out fine.
They scrambled down the stairs, Eric was dressed in a light blue shirt, and dark blue cargo shorts, with his converse on, his blonde hair brushed up and away from his face, leaving him with the shaggy beach head look, and Andrew was dressed in a red t-shirt, with his white jeans on, matching converse on his feet, and his blonde hair neatly combed down across his forehead.
Kurt smiled at the two, even though they were twins, they were so different. Eric's baby blue eyes were sparkling with mischief, looking at Kurt's outfit of choice today.
"Dad, what are you wearing?"
"What?" Kurt looked down at himself with a frown, seeing nothing wrong with his black shirt, over his white tank top, and blue jeans with a rip in one knee. Eric rolled his eyes.
"Dad, that is so 90's." Eric said and Kurt chuckled a little darkly before he grabbed them both in a tight hug.
"You weren't even born in the 90's, you little brat," he said as he placed a kiss on each of their heads, before the bus beeped outside and Kurt shooed them away, "ok, be good at school and I'll see you guys at 5 ok?"
"Bye dad!" They both shouted simultaneously and Kurt grinned as he waved them down the path.
"Love you boys!"
When the bus was out of sight, Kurt retreated back inside the house to grab his keys, and then locked the door on his way out. Climbing into his car quickly and heading to work.
Honey greeted him when he parked the car, her dark hair, bouncing in curls around her shoulders as she waved at him, big smile on her cute round face, and together they made their way into the hospital to change into their work outfits. Honey had been the only person that Kurt had got along well with when he started his new job. He had been put with Honey on all of his shifts because he didn't work well with any of the others.
Honey was sweet and bubbly, but she was a great paramedic, and Kurt found her energy appealing.
They had been working together now for about 8 months, and Kurt could almost call her his best friend.
"So how did your date go last Friday? I didn't get a chance to ask yesterday." Honey asked as they both changed into their white shirts, black pants, and paramedic vests.
"He was good." Kurt smirked at her and she raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean? Are you seeing him again?"
"Nope."
Honey rolled her eyes.
"Kurt, baby come on, I set you up on dates to get to know guys, not sleep with them and then walk away." She moaned to him as they both grabbed their kits from the storage office and made their way to the waiting area to be called to an emergency.
"Well, I told you I can't really date right now, there isn't any space in my life right now for a boyfriend." Kurt told her and she huffed as she crossed her arms, "they're fun and the dates are exciting, but that's all...Mr right just isn't out there for me."
"But you're not giving any of these guys a chance to know if they are Mr right."
"Honey, sweetheart, buttercup, when you find Mr right, I think you just know?"
"Maybe." She gave him a soft smile before wrapping an arm around his waist.
Kurt smiled back down to her, before their emergency call came in, fire in an apartment block.
They ran to their Ambulance and threw their kit bags in the back, Kurt doing a quick check list of things for burns and smoke inhalation, making sure the compact defibrillator was charged up before hopping into the front seat with Honey.
They peeled out of the hospital parking lot, sirens and lights blaring, Honey was talking to someone on the radio, reporting their whereabouts and ETA, and pumping the address into the Ambulance's navigation and they were off faster.
When they pulled up at the scene, there were a few more ambulances, and paramedics already treating people on the ground or in the back of the trucks, and Kurt walked over to the Fire Chief, who was standing giving instructions over his radio, ad they chatted about the procedure.
As Kurt walked back to Honey, his eyes caught one of the gazes from the guy on one of the hoses, they stared at each other for a fleeting second before Kurt walked past.
A couple of the firefighters came out with an old lady and a young boy, the young boy being giving to one of the other ambulance crews, and Kurt was giving the older lady.
"Ma'am, my name is Kurt, I'll be looking after you, can you tell me your name?" Kurt said as he guided her to the back of the ambulance, but before he could get to it, she collapsed and he struggled to hold her, "Honey, I need help here!"
Honey ran around the side of the ambulance and then lowered the back to get the stretcher out, so that they could load the woman onto it. Kurt was kneeling on the ground, flashing a light into the lady's eyes, trying to get some kind of response.
"Can you hear me? If you can hear me, can you squeeze my hand?" He asked and he felt a light squeeze and then the lady turned her face away from his flash light, "Can you tell me your name?"
"Vera."
Kurt shined the flash light in her eyes again, and then told her to follow his finger, moving it around in her line of sight, it was a little sluggish, which he told Honey and she nodded her head.
"Ok, Vera, we're going to get you into the ambulance now," Kurt told her with a kind smile, as Honey unbolted the straps from the stretcher, and Kurt held her shoulder as she tried to sit up, "no don't move sweetie, we got you."
After getting Vera to lie still and moving her into the back of the ambulance, Honey got out while Kurt was explaining things to Vera.
"Kurt, we need to take more!" Honey called to him as she reappeared, followed by a woman and2 young children.
Kurt smiled kindly before helping them all get situated in the back of the ambulance before signalling to Honey to go and drive. Before he shut the doors to the back of the ambulance, he glanced out to see the hoses being shut off, and a dark haired male removing his helmet and wiping his forehead. Kurt stared for a second before he rolled his eyes at himself and shut the doors.