Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or any of the characters that appear on the show. This is just me playing around with them for our mutual entertainment.
A/n: So this is what happens when I have a random idea. I've been wondering what Blaine and Kurt might be like as parents, but I feel like the whole biological thing has been done so many times and in so many different ways that I really can't add anything to it. So I've decided to make them daddies in a somewhat different way…
Blaine Anderson had seen many things in his three years as a music teacher. He'd seen his orchestra strings section have fencing matches with their bows (which he'd had to put a stop to fairly quickly, given the fact that they could damage their instruments), stopped kids from putting all sorts of things in each others' seats, and generally prevented his middle schoolers from causing complete chaos in the orchestra room. They were, after all, middle school students. But none of them really stuck out like Rian O'Casey.
Rian wasn't like Blaine's other students, and that wasn't just because he was the most talented member of the class. The boy was almost silent in class, only speaking when it was really necessary. And he was so much more serious about his instrument than any of the other kids – he didn't screw around with the other violin students before class, he didn't do a half-assed job of putting away his instrument at the end of class, and he was always prepared. So the fact that he had been distracted all week, and that now he looked as though he was going to be physically ill. Blaine couldn't help but be worried; he knew that Rian rode the city bus home, and Blaine honestly wasn't sure that was such a good idea given how sick Rian looked.
"Rian, can I talk to you for a minute?" Blaine asked as the rest of his students filed out after the last bell. The boy stopped, turning slowly to face Blaine silently. As soon as the rest of Blaine's students were gone, he walked around to sit on the front of his desk facing the boy. "Are you okay?"
"I-I'm f-fine…" Blaine raised an eyebrow, not believing the boy.
"You've been distracted lately, and today you look like you're about to be sick… I want you to take care of yourself, okay? Go home, get some rest. And stay home tomorrow if you aren't feeling better. I know you may not want to miss school, but you'll feel better if you take care of yourself." Blaine watched as the boy seemed to waver slightly, before he sat down in one of the chairs and dropped his violin. Blaine jumped to his feet, putting a hand on Rian's shoulder. "Hey… are you okay?"
"I… I need t-to catch m-my bus…" Blaine watched as the boy started to stand up again but fell back down into his seat. He realized that Rian was pale and starting to sweat.
"Hey… it's okay, we'll call your dad and get him to come pick you up. I don't think you need to ride the bus – you don't look very well." Blaine glanced up at the clock, knowing that he needed to take Rian to the office. "I'm going to take you to the nurse, okay? Do you think you can walk that far?" Blaine watched as the boy nodded and started to help him to his feet. It wasn't until Blaine was actually touching him that he realized that Rian was burning up; clearly, this was worse than Blaine had originally thought.
They were halfway to the office when Blaine felt the boy start to fall. "Rian?" Blaine did his best to keep Rian on his feet, but it just wasn't possible as the boy started vomiting in the hall. Blaine scooped the boy up into his arms, starting to run towards the office. "Stay with me, Rian… stay with me…"
"Mr. Anderson? What happened?" Blaine rushed into the nurse's office, setting the boy down gently.
"I was bringing him to the office because I thought he was too sick to ride the bus, and he just collapsed… he got sick in the hallway." Blaine watched, biting down on his bottom lip as the nurse quickly examined Rian. The boy crossed his arms as soon as the woman went to press on his stomach.
"Rian, I need to see your stomach so that I can figure out what's going on…"
"Please don't… it hurts…" Blaine bit down on his bottom lip, waiting to see what the nurse wanted to do. After a moment she carefully helped Rian turn over onto his side.
"I'm going to call an ambulance… keep him on his side, in case he gets sick again." Blaine nodded, kneeling down next to the narrow cot so that he could keep a hand on Rian's back so that he couldn't roll over.
"It's okay, Rian… we're going to take you to the hospital, get you taken care of," Blaine commented, hearing the boy whimper in pain. Rian looked terrified. "Hey… do you want me to stay with you?" The boy nodded. "Okay… just try and relax. I'm going to stay with you as long as they'll let me."
Everything was a blur once the paramedics arrived; Blaine did his best to stay in Rian's line of sight, which meant that it was impossible for him to miss the bruising that was exposed when one of the paramedics started touching Rian's stomach. The way the boy cried out made Blaine wince. "Okay… Rian, we need to take you to the hospital now. We're going to sit you up and move you over to the stretcher."
"M-Mr. Anderson?" Blaine stepped forward as the boy looked at him.
"Can I stay with him?"
"Okay. Just keep out of the way if anything happens," one of the paramedics replied. Blaine nodded, reaching into his pocket for his phone so that he could shoot a quick text to Kurt and let him know that he would be late getting home.
Blaine was kind of surprised that Rian grabbed his hand as they went out to the ambulance and refused to let go. He'd never really had to deal with a student that was seriously ill before, and he definitely hadn't expected Rian to be quite so attached. He hadn't thought he'd made any kind of impact with this boy, but obviously Rian trusted him. So Blaine held Rian's hand, otherwise keeping his distance so that the paramedics could work. When one of them pulled back the boy's sleeve to insert an IV, Blaine couldn't help but notice the bruises covering Rian's arm.
"How are you feeling, Rian?" the paramedic asked. Blaine glanced up at the man, noting the look of concern on his face. Whatever was going on, it wasn't good.
"T-tired. S-sick…"
"Just stay with us for a little while longer, alright? We're almost to the hospital, and they're going to take care of you."
By the time they got to the hospital, Blaine could tell that something was wrong because the boy's grip had loosened to the point that it was more that Blaine was holding Rian's hand than the other way around. Blaine felt kind of bad that he was forced to let go and stay behind in the waiting room once they got to the hospital. He settled into the waiting room for what he expected would be a long wait.
"You came in with Rian O'Casey?" Blaine looked up as he heard someone speaking to him roughly ten minutes later.
"Is he going to be okay?"
"He's on his way up to surgery right now… it looks like someone hit him hard enough to perforate his intestines. Do you know what happened?"
"No… he seemed off during class, and I was trying to talk to him and see if he was okay. He doesn't talk much… sorry, is he going to be okay?"
"I don't know… he's in bad shape. We'll know more once he's out of surgery. We need to contact his parents, though…" the doctor began.
"The school nurse is working on it… his dad isn't easy to track down right now. Don't you need him to consent to the surgery?"
"We don't have time to wait… it's an emergency."
