A/N:This is a story coming out of my mind when I got bored in ER. I don't know where it will go yet, but I promise you it will be a HE Klaine story.

Warning: There will be smut/gay sex in Chapter 4,11, nonconsensual sex in Chapter 9,if don't like, skip it.

1. Entwine

Dr. Blaine Anderson was sitting in the Room 6 of the ER, feeling boring. Yes, he chose to go to medical school simply because his first guy crush was George Clooney, aka Dr. Ross on ER. However, it turns out that the real life is nothing like that in TV, you don't have those exciting stories in a real hospital every day, like today, not a patient for the surgery department and the only thing could entertain him is watching the physician busy working in the Room 5, which was on the opposite of Room 6. That physician had pale skin and water blue eyes which would beam when he smiles, and Blaine was very curious about the whole look under the mask. Another thing Blaine was wondering is whether he was wearing the same doctor's overall offered by the hospital as himself, because his looked so neat and well-ironed, there was no way the workers could do such a good job.

"The rays coming from your eyes gonna burn him down!" A giggle followed by a hand waving in front of his eyes interrupts Blaine's observation.

"Oh God, Santana, you are still here!"

"Like I want to," That Mexican girl rolled her eyes, "You are the one who called me, remember? Ok, now I give your boyfriend back…Oh, he is still checking that wound in the mirror. I don't know why you call me in the first place, actually, it was a tiny wound, you could handle it…"
Alright, he nearly forgot it. "I'm so sorry. I told him I can handle it, but he insisted a plastic surgeon. He said his entire performing career was relying on that face. "

"Yeah, I get it. Your gays are always so dramatic. And of course if I were made of plastic, I'd get a plastic surgeon to sew my wound." She rolled her eyes again, "Ok, I'd rather leave now, remember to remind him to take off the suturing a week later."

"What? I still need to take off the suturing? Will it hurt? Will it be an ugly scar?" A high pitch voice came from the back.

Blaine turned his head back, it was Sebastian. "Relax, Seb, It won't hurt and it will barely be seen a week later. You will still have your perfect face, honey…"

"Are you two done flirting?" A cold voice came from the front.

"Ah, sorry" Blaine looked up and felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes met those water blue ones. The guy standing in front of his desk was that physician in the Room 5. Blaine searched for the name brand in his chest, "Dr…Hummel? What's up?" He quickly waved goodbye to his boyfriend and turned back.

"Well, I believe this patient belongs to you, " That tall skinny doctor handed over a case history folder to Blaine the same time moved his own mask to the jaw.

God, he is so beautiful! Blaine was stunned. His boyfriend, Sebastian, was a handsome guy with those actor friends around. He thought he was used to those beautiful people, but this one was so different. His porcelain skin looked so vulnerable yet his eyes so firm and full of ego…

"Are you even listening to me? Dr. Anderson?" Those eyes looked furious now.

"Sorry, " Blaine was now hating himself, WHAT AM I DOING? FOCUS, BLAINE ANDERSON!

"Well, I'll say it one more time," Kurt sigh, why on earth does he have to work with such an anthomaniac person who is apparently obsessed with that gaudy guy? "This patient is a 36-year-old woman who is suffered from up-abdomens pain for two days. The nurse thought she was gastroenteritis and gave her to us. But later the ultrasound shows bilestones."

"Any fever?"

"103F on top"

"What about the CBC?"

"The WBC is higher with a right shift."

"OK…" Blaine leafed through the fold and nod, "So you think it's a biliary tract infection?"

"Yes, and we should exclude ACST"

"Yep, couldn't agree more", Blaine closes the fold, "OK, I'll take it over." The he flashed one of his trademark smiles, hoping the physician would forgive his former rudeness.

"Fine." Kurt turned back immediately, with no expression.