Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Warnings: It occurred to me that I didn't do a list of warnings the first chapter, and there's actually quite a few of them! So this story is going to contain; Slash, BoyBoy sex, Character death(D:), graphic scenes of violence, and the glorification of real life events.

Authors Note: So I guess I could say thank you for all the reviews, but I'm typing this seconds after I posted the first chapter, so I kinda don't have any reviews yet XD. But if I have any by the time I post this, thank you for those! I figured I should type the first three chapters or so at once so I can get them out quicker. I'm a pretty lazy updater. Well anyhoo, I know you're dying to find out what happens to Blaine and everyone so on with the story!

Chapter 2: Lips of An Angel

An Angel was singing. That was the first thought that struck Blaine Anderson's mind as he slowly woke from his drug-induced haze. An Angel was singing. Blaine head was pounding, and sweat was running down his face and chest. Mind numbing pain was coursing through his veins and he gritted his teeth, wondering why it felt as though someone was drilling a nail into his chest. He slowly blinked his eyes open and then quickly squeezed them shut, groaning from the brightness of the light that had pierced his eyelids. The singing stopped. He almost regretted making a sound, because the singing really had been very pretty.

"I think he's awake." A feminine voice whispered.

"Clearly, Rachel," A melodic voice responded to the first one. "Now go lay back down. You're my patient, not my nurse." If he hadn't been in so much pain, Blaine might've chuckled. Once again he attempted to open his eyes and this time strained them against the intense light. He was in some sort of vehicle, he duly noted, lying down on a cot. The vehicle was rather large with a lot of open space and then a driver and passenger seat. It seemed to be fully stocked with medical gear. From where he lay, he could see a slender young man standing at what appeared to be a medicine cabinet with his back to him. Next to him sat a woman on a cot of her own. She had large brown eyes and long brown hair. Over her right eye she wore a patch.

"Hello." She said pleasantly. "I'm Rachel. What happened to you?" Blaine began to sit up but immediately fell back down, his head hitting the pillow with a little whosh. Glancing down at his chest, he saw that his shirt had been removed and he had what looked like twenty or so stitches along his chest. He was drenched completely in sweat. Blaine felt the strength completely leave his limbs as his head lolled to the side.

"Where am I?" He mumbled weakly. That wasn't what he wanted to ask. He wanted to know who had been singing. Viewing the circumstances though, it was still a pretty valid question. The man who had been going through the medicine cabinet turned and walked over to Blaine, grabbed the foot of his cot, and dragged him away from the wall. Blaine began to groan in protest but the man just shushed him. Moving to stand behind his head, he sat down Indian style and rested Blaine's head in his lap. He leaned over him and gently mopped the sweat off of his forehead. Blaine looked up at the man above him who appeared upside down.

"You're in my van." He said. "I'm with the Red Cross. Kurt Hummel. You're friends are inside getting treated, but there wasn't enough room for you along with-" He pointed at Rachel, "-her. There actually wasn't enough room for a lot of people, but I only got the two of you." Reaching forward he began to mop the sweat off of Blaine's chest and stomach, minding his stitches. "If you ask me," Kurt continued, "You guys got the lucky end of the deal. The hospitals are already running out of supplies. Their forbidden by law to ask us for any of theirs." He shrugged his shoulders. "I gave them some anyway." he grasped the back of Blaine's head and gently tilted it, pouring a liquid down his throat. Blaine tried to struggle against him but Kurt held his chin firmly. "Sorry, I know it taste bad. But you really need to drink this. It'll take some of the pain away." After he swallowed, Kurt allowed the curly haired man's head to fall back into his lap. "There, it wasn't so bad, was it?" He let his fingers rest in Blaine's curly mane.

"You weren't nearly as affectionate with me Kurt!" Rachel cried out in an accusatory tone.

"Yeah well, you aren't nearly as cute as he is," Kurt cracked. The pair giggled, causing Blaine to groan in pain as he was jostled in Kurt's lap.

"Oops, sorry!" Kurt gasped. "I'm still kind of new at this whole Doctory stuff. You Ok?"

"Fine." Blaine mumbled. "You're the most beautiful upside down man I've ever seen," he slurred. If Blaine had kept his eyes open a little longer, he would've seen Kurt turn bright red in embarrassment. Instead he let himself succumb to sleep.

Glee

Kurt and Rachel watched as the man feel into a deep sleep. "Looks like he might play for your team," Rachel commented, bringing her hand up to her mouth to hide her smile. Kurt narrowed his eyes at her, but he didn't deny it. Instead he said in a sassy tone,

"It doesn't matter what team he plays for. This man has been shot in the chest. All that matters right now is that he receives the medical attention he needs."

"He's had the medical attention he needs," She pointed out, gesturing towards the sleeping man in Kurt's lap. "And now he's totally fair game. You should give him a kiss, see if he likes it."

"Because forcing sexual advances on a doped up man isn't illegal or anything." He said sarcastically.

"Oh please, it's only illegal in America."

"I'm pretty sure it's illegal everywhere!" Rachel had arrived about an hour before the curly haired man had, and had been a pain in Kurt's ass ever since she'd gotten there. She was born in Spain, he'd found out, and had lived in New York City for the majority of her life. Then she joined the unofficial peace corps and basically went wherever she felt like it, funded by her rich dad's money. She'd arrived in Libya shortly after the riots in Benghazi started. She had been in Green Square at the same time as the curly haired man, and she mentioned that she had seen him and his friends walking around talking to people. She told Kurt that she believed that he belonged with some sort of news crew or something, on account of the fact that one of his friends had a large camera. She came into Kurt's care after she'd been hit in the eye quite on purpose with the butt of a soldier's gun. He had fixed her up with an eye patch and told her she was free to go about ten minutes after she arrived. For some reason though, she stayed. No matter how many times Kurt insisted on her leaving. Kurt's story was quite different. He grew up wanting to be a fashion designer, even made it half way to school on that major. One day in his junior year of college though, he watched the movie Hotel Rwanda and decided right then and there that he wanted to help people instead. He still enjoyed fashion though, of course, but he still changed his major to medicine and then ran off and joined the Red Cross. So here he was, age twenty three, on his first mission away from home in Tripoli, Libya. They said they'd set him up there just in case something happened, because as far as they knew, the protests in Tripoli were going to be kept peaceful. They wanted him to only get a tiny taste for the field he'd be in, not be thrust into the action to quickly. So much for that. Kurt thought bitterly as he mopped more sweat off the young man' s forehead. He giggled in his sleep as he tried to burrow himself deeper into Kurt's lap. Kurt smiled, it was kind of adorable, in a little kid way. The medicine I gave him must have strong side effects. I didn't expect him to go out so quickly. "You," Kurt suddenly pointed at Rachel. "Go get his friends. Let them know he's alright. Bring them back here to see him."

"I thought I wasn't your nurse!"

"You aren't. You're my assistant. Now go."

"What?"

"Go!"

Rachel gave a weight of the world sigh before standing up and climbing out the back of the van. Glancing quickly from side to side, she made a dash for the hospital. "Damn her." Kurt swore, she had left the doors open. He made a move to get up and close the van doors, but was stopped by the man grabbing his wrist.

"Don't move." He slurred. Kurt collapsed back in his spot in surprise.

"Where you awake that entire time?" He asked, praying the answer would be no. The man gave a painful smile.

"Kinda. Some of it…I dunno, maybe a little." Kurt wanted to roll his eyes, that medicine definitely had some side effects.

"Did you hear what she said?"

"Yes." This answer was definite. Kurt wanted to die.

"I'm sorry about her, she's a little off and I told her to leave but she wouldn't and now-"

" 's fine." He interrupted. "Bland. No wait, Blaine. Blaine? Yeah, Blaine." Through his drowsy tone, Kurt was able to get that he was trying to tell him his name. "Was that you?"

"What? Was what me?" Kurt asked in confusion. He knit his fingers into Blaine's hair, causing the older man to groan. "Sorry! Did that hurt?"

"No. Like it when people play with m' hair." Kurt vaguely wondered if that was an invitation. He really did have some pretty hair. He just wanted to dive into it. "Sing…? You…Sing?" He was getting more and more incoherent. Kurt wondered if he was about to fall out again.

"Yeah that was me. I like singing."

"Pretty." Blaine whispered, and then once again he was out like a light. Kurt grinned down at the man when suddenly a thought occurred to him. Was he supposed to be keeping his patient awake? Oh my Gaga! Would he die if he fell asleep? He hadn't been given enough training! They'd taught him how to treat a broken arm at the most, not a freakin' chest wound! DAMMIT! Kurt was just beginning to enter full on panic mode when he spotted Rachel running back to the van with two boys. That's right, Kurt never did close those doors.

"I found them!" She cried, gesturing to the men. The tall ebony skinned man had a bandaged wrapped firmly around his head, while the shorter Asian man had his hand encased inside what looked like a bandage prison. Kurt looked doubtfully at their bandages. They looked shabby, as though the doctor who had worked on them hadn't been paying them much attention. He understood that they were probably dealing with a lot inside the hospital, but that still didn't give them the right to do a flimsy job. Kurt would have to redo them immediately. Pressing a finger to his lips, he pointed down at Blaine who at least appeared to be sleeping.

"He's a bit delusional, but I think he'll be fine…I think." The black and asian man exchanged glances but didn't say anything. Kurt noticed something was off for the first time. "Wait a second, when I saw you the first time around (AN: Kurt saw them when he was standing in the hospital waiting for an assignment.) there was a third guy. What happened to him?" The black man looked down, saddened suddenly. "He…He didn't make it."

"Sorry." Kurt said almost immediately. "Was he a nice guy?"

"Yeah, he was. But I don't want to talk about him right now. How about Blaine? What do you mean, 'I think'?" Kurt grimaced. He didn't realize how bad that sounded until right then.

"I'm almost one hundred percent sure. I mean, I'm new to this Doctor thing. I've only been in school for it for a couple of years. But I gave him some stitches and now he should be fine. He's just a little loopy off of the medicine I gave him…He said I was beautiful." Kurt added that last bit almost as an afterthought, but David still picked up on it.

"Yeah, he's gay. Do you have a problem with that?" The man sounded very protective over his friend, and Kurt couldn't help but admire him for that. Back in high school, he'd been picked on a lot for being gay, and not a soul in the world stood up for him, not even his stepbrother Finn.

"I never meant to imply that I had a problem with it," Kurt responded. He decided not to mention the fact that he was gay too. That would make this whole lap thing look a lot less innocent. "In fact, I never even implied he was gay In the first place." The ebony skinned man deflated immediately.

"I'm sorry." He apologized. "It's just…it's been a long day. I just want to take him home, you know?" Kurt gave him a sympathetic smile and nod.

"I understand. I don't know if it's safe to leave yet thou-" Kurt was interrupted by a loud banging on the side of the van. Everyone froze. The banging got louder, and then they heard somebody fire off gunshots.

"Fuck!" The asian man cried as he dived into a corner. Whoever was outside began to shout at the van in quick angry Arabic, and to everybody's surprise, Kurt responded just as fluently. Suddenly, the young man went stark white as he relayed the message to his new friends.

"They're with the Libyan army. They want me to open the doors."

TBC…

CLIFFIE! So I'm sorry about how this chapter kind of dragged, it was pretty long too. I wanted to get the Kurt-Blaine meeting through with though, plus the added bit of Fluff for good measures. The next chapter is probably going to have a bit more action in it, plus a more coherent Blaine, and for the record people, they aren't going to fall in love instantly. R&R!