Another Glee Story! This is my second Glee story so I hope that this story is just as successful as my first one! This one revolves, again, around Kurt and Blaine but is an AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters. I also do not own the dialogue between Kurt at his magazine, that is from One Tree Hill, but has been morphed for this story.
I hope that you all sit back, enjoy, and review! I present you...Heal Me!
July 12, 2012
Nervous; that was what Kurt was feeling at that moment. The feeling of inferiority matched with uncontrollable shaking and dread was pulsing through his body. With just a rip of the envelope that he was holding in his hands, his future could either finally begin or could potentially end right there. It was not something that Kurt liked to think about sitting there on the couch, but it was the only thing that entered his mind. He had been thinking about this moment over and over again in his head and not once did he see a positive outcome. Everything he had ever worked on in his life prepared him for this and he was terrified that everything could come crashing down. He could lose everything, and that was what made him nervous. Kurt knew that he could not prolong the inevitable any longer so he took a deep breath and ripped open the envelope, reading through the contents.
'Dear Mr Hummel,
Thank you for your application to intern at 'Vogue Magazine'.
We are pleased to offer you a position within this respectable program.'
Nothing more needed to be read and he didn't need to know anymore. Kurt finally did it, he had successfully acquired an internship at one of the most respectable and successful magazines in the fashion industry. He dropped the letter onto the coffee table and he ran into the room next door to tell his boyfriend the good news. For months, Kurt and his boyfriend had been planning to move to New York once his boyfriend had secured residency at New York's hospital. Yes, he was dating a newly graduated paediatrician, and if he was honest, he loved it. He loved telling people at dinner parties that his boyfriend was a doctor. He also thought of the possibility that he could also add the fact that he can say that he works at Vogue. Kurt had sent off his application after graduating from university with a degree in Arts, majoring in Fashion with a minor in voice performance. With his new internship at Vogue Magazine, he could move to New York with his boyfriend and they could finally start their future together, just like they had been planning for the past year.
"I got into Vogue" Kurt announced, bursting into his boyfriend's study.
The blonde man sitting at the large wooden desk looked up from his documents and gave a small tired smile. Ever since graduating he had been too busy to spend time with Kurt with signing hospital forms, finding a place to live, all of the boring paper work that no one would have to do unless they had people's lives in their hands.
"Congratulations, Sunshine" he replied, before returning to his work.
Kurt's smile faded slightly upon seeing his boyfriend's lack of enthusiasm. Sure he was tired and had been working all day, but he should realise the extent to what Kurt's news meant. He had been seeing his boyfriend act differently towards him whenever he did something for himself, acting like anything positive in Kurt's life was to be ignored while the negative would be mocked, but he always thought that it was due to stress in completing medical school and exams.
"Really, because it sounds to me like you are not as excited for me, Sebastian" Kurt retorted, slightly annoyed.
Kurt had met Sebastian when they were at university. They went to the same university but Kurt mainly went to the Creative Industries side of campus while Sebastian went to the Medical School on the other side. They had met during Kurt's orientation week when Sebastian was just starting second year at Medical School. Their eyes met when Sebastian was Kurt's group's campus tour guide.
February 18th, 2007
"Welcome to Ohio University' the Dean greeted the new students. 'Today you all begin a new chapter in your lives as you leave high school and enter a world of adulthood and begin your careers."
Kurt stood at the back of the group barely listening to the same old speech that the Dean would give to every group of new students every year. He rolled his eyes seeing some of the students having their eyes glued to the 'inspiring' speech. Kurt took out his smart phone and started looking through an online Vogue magazine. He was so caught up in what he was doing that he failed to miss someone speak up next to him.
"It's sickening isn't it?"
Kurt jumped and turned to see a tall blonde haired guy wearing a 'Ohio University' polo shirt. He smirked at Kurt and motioned to the group of freshmen.
"Seeing them all look at him, listening to his speech, like he is a god"
Kurt laughed. "Yeah, it is."
"So, I'm guessing that you are a Fashion major?" the man asked, motioning to the phone in Kurt's hand.
"Oh" Kurt said, a little startled. "Um...I'm not sure yet. I mean, today is Orientation after all."
"Fair enough. What group did you sign up for today?"
Kurt smiled a little at the man's slight eagerness to talk to him and he took out his Orientation Week schedule out of his bag.
"I decided to join group 101" Kurt answered.
"You're taking it with Smythe?" the man questioned, shock apparent in his voice. "The guy can be tough on freshmen."
"Really? How so?"
"Well, I hear he takes pleasure on asking really tough questions on freshmen, and one time he shot a guy just to watch him die because he did not know the year that this school was established."
"You're kidding" Kurt said with a smirk.
"Yes" the man replied seriously.
The pair of them laughed earning a few stares from the surrounding students.
"Well, about him shooting someone" the man continued. "Not about him being tough to freshmen, though. He does like to ask them tough questions just to watch them squirm, like a ritual that a lot of older students do. Good luck."
Kurt's face fell slightly. He started to get nervous about being picked on during Orientation Week. He wanted a fresh start in university, not become bottom of the social food chain again like in high school. He was pulled out of his thoughts when the Dean began introducing the guides for the day.
"And Sebastian Smythe" the Dean announced.
Kurt looked up and saw the man that he had just been talking to walked up with the other tour guides and gave them all a smile. He laughed to himself at how Sebastian was a total goof and made him squirm like that, luckily it was just the two of them so he wasn't out casted yet. Looking up at the now known Sebastian Smythe, he knew that university was going to be interesting.
And the rest, as they say, was history, Kurt thought. He smiled at the memory knowing that Sebastian did do that to mess with his head, but he later found out that he also did it because Kurt stood out to him and he wanted to get to know him better. Kurt hadn't seen that sweet and caring side of Sebastian in a long time, and he missed it. Sebastian sighed and put his pen back down on his wooden desk.
"Look, it is great that you got this opportunity, Kurt, but how excited can I get when you will be spending most days dressing good-looking male models all day long?"
Kurt scoffed at the accusation. He knew that Sebastian could be a little on the jealous side and maybe a little quick to judge and lash out, but he never thought that it would be a problem, that is until that came out of his mouth.
"You should be happy for me, for us. With this job it means that we finally can move to New York together. I mean, I was excited for you when you got a position as a paediatric doctor in New York. Why can't you do the same for me?"
"That is unfair" Sebastian said, getting agitated. "Do not put a guilt trip on me."
"I am not putting a guilt trip on you, Sebastian" Kurt retorted. "I am just stating a fact."
"Can we just do this later? I have to finish these forms for the hospital."
"No, I am your boyfriend, Sebastian" Kurt said firmly. "Why can you not just once be happy for me? We have been together for four years now and I have never once seen you support me. I supported you 100 percent throughout medical school. All I want is for you to look me in the eye and say, like you mean it, I am happy for you and I love you."
Sebastian growled and slammed a hand down on the desk.
"I will not say I am happy for you when I am not happy with the job that you got."
Kurt felt a pain in his chest. He had never seen Sebastian so tense and angry before, especially not towards him. Add the fact that he was not happy with something that they were banking on three months ago made him ache.
"What do you mean you are not happy? I came to you three months ago with this opportunity and you and I both agreed that I should do it. That it would mean that we could start our lives together in New York. That I would finally be happy! Why have you suddenly changed your mind?"
"Come on, Kurt. Who knows how many models will catch your eye at Vogue. Who knows how many models will take advantage of you and you will end up cheating on me. Why couldn't you get a job that did not involve you dressing up models for photo shoots or reviewing fashion shows?"
"Oh, you mean putting my degree to use?" Kurt asked sarcastically. "I am sorry that I am following my passions and making you insecure."
"I am not insecure"
"You just accused me of potentially cheating on you with models, and we haven't even moved to New York yet. I love you, Sebastian, and I wish I would hear that from you more often."
With that said Kurt stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. That was the first time that he had seen Sebastian so possessive and jealous over nothing. Sure there was a chance that he could be, but he had never seen it firsthand, and it wouldn't be the last time either.
March 14, 2016
Kurt Hummel: New York's current and most well known fashion guru, socialite, and successful editor of 'Pavarotti Magazine'. It is the hot topic of the town and word on the street is that it could become the next Vogue.
Since finishing his internship with Vogue in 2013 and getting out of a stressful and borderline abusive relationship, Kurt had the skills, means, and determination to realise his dream of starting his own magazine. What started out as a small online blog turned into a multi-million dollar magazine with almost 100 people working under him, currently rivalling Vogue itself.
Ring...ring
"Good morning, Pavarotti Magazine, please hold" the receptionist greeted constant callers. "Good morning, Pavarotti Magazine, please hold."
Pavarotti Headquarters, where the phones ring non-stop from 8am till 5pm, and it is stressful and busy all day long. Kurt entered the office, passing the main reception desk, as he spoke to his assistant Tina, who trailed behind him.
Tina was a good friend of his from his old high school Glee Club. She was one of the very few that did not treat him like a social outcast. In fact, she – along with the rest of the Glee Club –was the only one in the school that were kind to him. But he could have been because the Glee Club was the social reject group in the entire school.
"Can you call 'Prime' and make a dinner reservation, please?" Kurt asked, as the pair entered the office. "Make sure I get the table in the wine room. Any night next week will do."
"You are booked every night next week" Tina replied.
"Okay, then the week after" Kurt said, unfazed by the busy schedule.
The pair walked passed two stylists who were currently dressing a model for a feature article.
"This looks great" Kurt commented, stopping to look at the model. "But can we make the belt a quarter inch thicker?"
The stylists nodded their heads and went to change the belt on the girl's waist.
"Great. Thanks" Kurt added, before walking off with Tina again. "It is Finn's annual 'guys' night soon so we've got to send something funny with a card."
Kurt suddenly stopped short, causing Tina to bump into him, and he faced her.
"Cheese, he likes cheese"
"You want me to send your step-brother cheese?" Tina questioned.
"He thought he saw Jesus on a grilled cheese in high school. Trust me, he will appreciate it. Send him Manchego, no send Gouda. Gouda is a funnier cheese. That will make him laugh."
Tina nodded and wrote everything down. The two continued down the hall once again, much to Tina's dismay since the office was big enough to be a maze. They rounded a corner and saw a small discussion over a next issue cover.
"Don't forget to remind me about the conference call with Macy's," Kurt continued.
Kurt stopped short upon noticing the cover brainstorm on the monitor before the three designers.
"Guys, absolutely not," Kurt said firmly. "There is no way that model is getting on the cover of my magazine unless she gains ten pounds, minimum. She looks sick and unhealthy."
"We were just brainstorming," one of the three defended.
"Brainstorm better," Kurt demanded. "My magazine is not based on photo-shopped beauty and size zero models. Anorexia is a disease, not a fashion statement."
With that said, Kurt walked down the hall. Tina smiled to herself as she followed Kurt. That was one of the things that she loved about him. He always had his values and decorum. He would never forget his priorities and ditch his beliefs just for success.
"What do I smell?" Kurt asked, his attitude suddenly changing back to normal.
"It is your coffee," Tina answered, handing Kurt a to-go cup. "Grande non-fat mocha."
"Are you sure it is non-fat, because last time there was fat and I hate fat."
"It is definitely non-fat," Tina assured as the two entered Kurt's private office.
"What time is the movie premiere?" Kurt asked, sitting at his desk.
"8pm with the Red Carpet starting at 6pm" Tina explained.
"Alright, I only have time for one so I will do the red carpet and I am going to skip the movie. Let's call Mercedes from Entertainment to see if she'd go and review it for the next issue," Kurt said.
"Sue's not going to like that," Tina said, slightly intimidated.
"Well she works for me," Kurt responded.
It was true; half of Kurt's friends from high school now work for him at his magazine, including one of his old teachers. Sue is the magazine's 'Sue Says' section writer where she, in Kurt's opinion, basically complains about the world. Since she still resides in Ohio, Kurt is forced to conference call her once a week. He would fire her if it weren't for the fact that apart from fashion, her section of the magazine gets the most popularity. Apart from Sue, Mercedes and Tina, there were a few other McKinley alumni working for him including; Artie, who was in charge of web design, Quinn as the fashion correspondent, and Brittany as the magazine's advice columnist.
Tina nodded her head at Kurt's response and started to head out but stopped when she suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, and your sister-in-law, Rachel, called and asked if you could look after Lucas tomorrow."
Kurt looked up from his desk. "You're kidding?"
"No, and she was pretty insistent about it, too."
"She always is," Kurt sighed. "It is just another way to get me to like children. When is she going to learn that I am not a child person?"
"You used to be," Tina whispered to herself.
"What was that?" Kurt asked, not even noticing what she said.
"You could always say no, again," Tina replied, changing the topic.
"No, Rachel Hudson-Berry, Queen of New York's Broadway scene, always gets what she wants, even if it means making someone else's life miserable."
"What do you want me to tell her, Kurt?"
Kurt thought for a moment. For a number of years, Rachel and Finn had been trying every possible way for Kurt to not only interact with their son, but also interact with children, to be himself again. Ever since college his family and friends noticed a change in Kurt, a dramatic change. They called him a cold-hearted bitch, sometimes behind his back, and sometimes to his face. He had grown accustomed to that remark and it barely made him flinch now. What was there to say or do? Kurt did not see what everyone was talking about. He is the same as he always was; he always had no patience for children. Sure, whenever Rachel wanted Lucas to be held he somehow found a way around it, like spilling wine all over his new Marc Jacobs shirt, or pretending to be sick, but Kurt never thought that it was a serious issue. But still, Rachel was not the type to be ignored and definitely was not the type to give up, especially when it came to her best gay, who just also happens to be her brother-in-law too – much to Kurt's dismay. What is Kurt supposed to do? Ignore her for the rest of his life with her nagging him 24/7?
"Tell her I'll do it," Kurt answered finally. "If nothing else, it gets her off my case for once."
All of New York knows the name; Kurt Hummel. There are many things that New Yorkers have used to describe him: Fabulous, stylish, witty, intelligent, a role model, and even inspirational for young teenagers. However, behind closed doors, people that know the real Kurt also describe him as being private, headstrong, a work-a-holic, lonely, cold-hearted, and definitely not child and doctor friendly.
What made kind-hearted Kurt Hummel suddenly become closed off, icy, and hating children and doctors? Nobody, not even his family, knows. After a lot of attempts at trying to persuade Kurt's feelings and attitude about children, he still remained cold-hearted. One day, someone will melt the ice surrounding his heart and hopefully the old Kurt can return.
"Hey, Sammy, I hear that today is your birthday?"
Doctor Blaine Anderson: New York Hospital's head of paediatrics and the finest doctor in his field. All the children at the hospital love and adore Doctor Anderson while all of the parents recommend him to future and possible patients. He was one of those doctors that had the perfect bedside manner, loved and adored kids, and had the healing touch.
Ever since he was young, Blaine knew that he wanted to be a paediatric doctor. He loved kids with an absolute passion and he treated his patients like they were his own children. He would talk with them, make them laugh, and even sing to them. Throughout the hospital, Blaine was known as the singing doctor.
Blaine looked at the little four year old sitting on her mother's lap in one of the private rooms. The little girl giggled at the doctor and started squirming, causing Blaine and her mother to laugh.
"All she wanted for her birthday this year was to see her favourite doctor," the mother replied, with a smile.
Blaine blushed a little. "Oh, she gives me too much credit. I am sure I am just the distraction from her having to get a needle today."
"Not true, Doctor Anderson. Last week her father and I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, and all she said was, 'doctor sing.'"
"Yeah, yeah" Sammy said, bouncing on her mother's lap. "Sing, sing."
Blaine chuckled and kneeled in front of the little girl.
"Well, since it is a birthday girl's request," Blaine said.
So, singing is what Blaine did as he gave the little girl her injection. It didn't take too long since she was one of those rare patients that let nothing faze them, plus she was distracted by Blaine's voice. Once he was done and Sammy had her lollypop, he said his farewells and went over to the front desk for his next patient.
"You're out early," one of the nurses commented.
Blaine – who was finishing writing his notes in Sammy's file – raised his eyebrow at the woman and smirked.
"I always finish early, Santana. Surely by now you would have that figured out."
"Those ankle-biters sure do take a liking to you, don't they?"
Blaine chuckled. "The feeling is mutual. They just brighten my day."
"Speaking of brightening your day," Santana began. "How did your date go this weekend?"
Blaine sighed as he returned the file back into the filing cabinet.
"Not much to tell really."
"That bad?"
"No, it was fine, he was fine, the whole night was fine."
"And that's?"
"There was just no zing, Santana."
"Zing? Is that gay for meaning the date was not gay? Did Shelly set you up with another straight man, because she should be fired. I have the best gaydar."
"No, he was not straight. There was no zing. You know, it's that thing when you first meet someone and you feel an instant attraction?"
"The only thing I notice is how good looking they are. If I didn't know you were gay when we first met, Anderson, I would have so put the moves on you."
"Terrific," Blaine replied, sarcastically.
"With that said, Blaine, you are a bit uptight. All you do is work. You really just need to loosen up at some point. Stop trying to fix everybody. Just go out for a night, hook up with a guy, get it out of your system."
"It's not about that, Santana. I do not want to just hook up; I am not that type of guy. My roommate, yes, but not me. I want to meet someone that I can share my life with, to feel appreciated and loved. I have been looking for them forever and I haven't found them yet. Every person I go out with just sees me as the perfect arm candy because of what I do, not what I am. They do not even try to know the real me. They want to be the doctor's husband, not Blaine Anderson's boyfriend."
Santana scoffed. "All titles and not feelings?"
"Precisely"
"Then screw them," Santana snapped. "You are dashing, smart, funny, and damn good looking, hobbit. You are quite a catch. If some prissy gay cannot see that then who needs them? You've got Santana, here."
Blaine smiled. "Thanks, Santana."
'Doctor Anderson, please report to room 403. Doctor Anderson to room 403.'
"I guess I should be going," Blaine sighed.
"Go get them, tiger," Santana winked.
Blaine laughed and he began heading towards one of the board rooms down the hall.
"So, you are on your way to meet the board?"
Blaine looked to the person walking next to him; Wesley Montgomery. Wes was Blaine's best friend from high school and became a surgeon. Sometimes Blaine would ask Wes to be the head surgeon in some of his paediatric surgeries.
"I am most certainly indeed, my friend."
"You have a spring in your step," Wes noticed.
"I am hoping that this would be the meeting where they tell me that we got our request approved."
"For the chemo machine in the paediatric cancer ward?"
"Correct."
"I am sure it would be hard to say no to, buddy."
"Thanks Wes. Shouldn't you be operating on a heart right now?"
"Patient was transferred to Doctor Hadfield, so I get to go home for the first time in 24 hours."
"Lucky"
"Please don't tell me that you have done another over night shift?"
"Um...what would you say if I told you that my night shift just started?"
"Blaine," Wes groaned. "You have barely slept in 30 hours! You have been taking cat naps on that tiny cot, plus you have skipped out on dates."
"How did this suddenly change in topic?"
"It's true! You are spending way too much time with your patients and it's working you to death."
"I will sleep when I know that they are safe."
"That cannot always happen, Blaine," Wes sighed sadly.
"But with this new chemo machine I will be one step closer," Blaine retorted.
Wes sighed sadly for his best friend. Blaine was one of those people who were only married to their jobs and made their jobs their life. Blaine always loved kids, for he was like a big kid himself so he had a special passion for helping kids, but he also had a personal attachment to it too. When he was a kid, he and his brother had a best friend, known him since they were in day-care, but unfortunately he was diagnosed with cancer and passed away when they were entering year 3 at school. From that point on, Blaine made it his mission to help kids, even if it meant blocking himself out from the world outside the hospital, but he needed to learn that he should know what it is like to be loved and appreciated by people older than 12 years old. The two arrived at the room and Wes patted him on the back.
"Well, good luck," Wes said.
"Thanks"
Wes nodded and started walking down the hall.
"And get some sleep!" he shouted before leaving.
Blaine knocked on the door and walked into the boardroom. The chairman of the board motioned for Blaine to take a seat and he immediately complied.
"Doctor Anderson, do you know why you have been called before the board?" The chairman asked.
"I am hoping that it has something to do with the paediatric ward's application to upgrade the child chemotherapy machine," Blaine replied.
"You assumed correct," The chairman said.
Blaine smiled brightly waiting to hear the good news. If he weren't in a room filled with board members and businessmen, he would have done either two things; fainted or started dancing.
"Unfortunately, Doctor Anderson, the hospital does not have the necessary funds for that big of an upgrade."
Blaine's smile disappeared. There goes six months of effort and work.
"What? But what happened to the grant given by the investors?"
The board member in charge of finances shifted a little uncomfortably and decided to answer Blaine's question.
"The money from the investors was used to fund research and development for stem cells."
Blaine's mouth was open in shock and he began to stutter.
"S...stem cells?" Blaine questioned. "I agree that is a worthy department and all, but we are basically borrowing the current machine as it is. That money could have been used to save children's lives."
"Stem cells can save lives too, Blaine," the chairman retorted.
"Yes, but if we had the money then we can buy a state of the art machine. There are hundreds of chemo advances as each day progresses. Think of how many current lives we could save. We would save more lives with a new machine rather than waiting for stem cell methods to save future ones. We would also not have to worry about borrowing equipment for other hospitals out of the state."
"I am sorry, Doctor Anderson," the chairman apologised. "But the hospital simply does not have the necessary funds. We have already made our decision."
"Paediatrics only has the machine for another two months. What do we do then?"
"You are very passionate about the children, Doctor Anderson, the entire board has seen that. You are the head of paediatrics so the Board is giving you the task to bring in the necessary funds, from investors or otherwise."
"Are you serious?"
"100%" the chairman answered. "If you want this machine, Doctor Anderson, then only you can make it happen. If you can give the board the funds then we will provide paediatrics with its new chemotherapy machine. You have two months, Anderson. Do not let us down."
Blaine sighed and left the room. When he was out in the hallway, he leant back against the wall.
"So, word on the street is that you have to find an investor in two months or we lose the chemotherapy machine."
Blaine turned to his right, hoping to see that it is Wes, but saw his roommate walk up to him with a slight smirk on his face.
"How did you hear that, Sebastian? It was literally just discussed."
"The nurses know everything," Sebastian replied with a shrug.
"Santana!" Blaine yelled down the hall to his friend.
"You know you love me, favourite gay!"
Blaine chuckled and returned his attention back to Sebastian. He couldn't disagree with what he said either. Just like hairdressers, nurses love to talk and know practically everything that goes on within the hospital, even before it happens, especially if Santana Lopez was one of them. Blaine pushed himself off the wall and walked down the hall with Sebastian. Ever since Sebastian moved in with Blaine four years ago, after he joined Blaine's team, the two had become best friends, despite Sebastian's flirtatious attitude towards anything on legs.
"Unfortunately what you heard is indeed correct."
"So what are you going to do?"
The two stopped outside the cancer ward and stared at the young kids. They had so much ahead of them and did not deserve any of this. Blaine looked at his patients and felt a tug at his heart at seeing one smile brightly and playing with another child, him knowing that the kid did not have long to live without that treatment. The chemotherapy machine was the only thing that could hopefully save a few lives.
"I'm going to have to find an investor, no matter what," Blaine answered.
Blaine was not lying. He was going to help those kids. He would do anything to help them.
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