"Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!" Kurt heard. He was still in bed, his eyes closed. He listened once again and heard the annoying chime of his alarm clock. Kurt opened up his eyes and blearily looked at the clock. Shit! It was 6:30! He needed to be at work in like a half an hour!

"Oh God, I overslept!" Kurt exclaimed as he jumped out of bed. He looked to his five year old who was still dressed in her pajamas. "Clara honey, go get dressed. We have to go," he told her.

"I can pick my own outfit out?"

"Yes, just go quickly!" The little girl ran out of the room and Kurt raced to pull on his scrubs. If there was one good thing about nursing, it was not having to spend time picking out an outfit in the morning. After getting dressed, he quickly tried to fix his hair and brush his teeth. He definitely didn't have time to make a lunch so he'd be stuck eating crappy cafeteria food today. "Clara! We gotta go, hun!" The little girl bounced out of her room dressed in a purple top and a pink tutu. Normally Kurt would make the little girl turn around and change her clothes but they simply didn't have time. He grabbed her backpack and took her hand before rushing out the door. Clara's school was only about three blocks away and they practically ran the whole way. They got to the front door of the school and Kurt handed his daughter her backpack. "Bye honey, I'll pick you up after school."

"Bye Daddy, love you!"

"Love you too honey," Kurt said. He made sure Clara got into the building and then got ready to start his second mad dash of the morning. He hopped on the subway and headed uptown to Mount Sinai Hospital. He continued to check his watch. He was going to get so much shit for being late. It was about 7:05 when Kurt finally made it into the hospital. He quickly clocked in and got the delightful message saying that he was late and his pay would be docked. "Oh God, what am I gonna do without that extra 3 dollars?" he murmured angrily.

After clocking in, he hurried onto the unit to get the report on his patients. He looked at the list of who had been working night shift. Crap...Santana. She did not like to be kept waiting. He found her back at the nurses' station.

"Well, good morning sleeping beauty." She sneered.

"I'm sorry." Kurt apologized as he grabbed a paper from the printer. "I didn't hear my alarm."
"Excuses excuses," Santana replied. "It's a good thing you got that extra sleep because you've got quite an assignment today."

"Oh God, how bad?"

"Definitely not great."

"Fine, let's just start," Kurt told her.

"Room 506, Mary Ellen Bishop. She's here for a cardiac catheterization today."

"So no food or water," Kurt added

"Yes, and she is quite pissed about it. She's sneaky and she will try to get anything out of you."

"Great. What time is her procedure?"

"8 o'clock," Santana replied. Kurt nodded and listened to the rest of his report. He also had a 90-year-old with dementia who was a major flight risk. He had tried to sneak out of his room twice just during report. He also had another patient who had someone sitting in his room because he had threatened to choke himself with oxygen tubing. It was going to be a rough day. After Santana left, Kurt started his day. He collected medications for his patients and assessed them to make sure they were doing alright. Around 8 o'clock, a person from patient transport came up for the woman in room 506.

"Perfect." Kurt thought. He needed a break from her.

"You have to go with her." the transporter told him.

"Of course," Kurt replied, even though he really didn't want to go. "Are you all ready to go Mary?" he asked.

"It's about damn time!" the woman replied nastily.

"Well, let's get you situated and we'll head down. The procedure will be done before you know it and then you'll be able to get something to eat and drink." Kurt told her. They got the woman situated on the stretcher and made their way down to cardiac cath. When they got there another nurse came up to them.

"I'm so sorry. We tried to call you. An emergency just came in so we have to push her procedure."

"Oh...Okay." Kurt replied. "Well Mary, we got to go for a little walk. What are you gonna do?" he added shrugging his shoulders. Emergencies happened so you just had to learn to roll with things. Mary Ellen didn't seem to be as accepting.

"How long am I gonna have to wait?" she whined when they got back to her room on the unit.

"I'm not sure," Kurt confessed. "It'll depend on how long the emergency takes."

"That'll be like five hours!" She groaned. "All I know is I NEED SOMETHING TO DRINK!"

"I know, but we still can't give you anything before your procedure."

"But my throat is so dry! This is ridiculous!"

"Okay, I'll see what I can do," Kurt told her. He walked out to the nurses' station and sighed. The best he could do was give her a little green sponge on a stick that would let her at least wet her mouth. He filled a little cup of water and stuck the sponge in it before walking back into the patient's room.

"Okay, you can use this sponge to wet your mouth but don't drink the water," Kurt told her. The patient gave him a nasty look and tried the sponge.

"This a sponge!" she yelled.

"Yes," Kurt thought. He had just said that.

"This doesn't do anything!"

"I'm sorry but this is the best I can do for you." The woman's eyes narrowed and in a deep nasty voice she said, "I think you better leave now." Then, she took the little green sponge and threw it at Kurt's face. Kurt just nodded, picked up the sponge and threw it in the garbage can. He'd have to go back in eventually but he needed a break so he didn't lose his job for killing a patient. The rest of the day went by slowing until finally it was 3 o'clock and Kurt was practically out the door. He gave report and then gathered his things. While leaving to go pick Clara up from school, he got a text from Rachel.

It said: "Hey I'm so sorry, but I left my phone charger at your house. Clara should have it because I let her borrow it. It should be in her backpack. Would you be able to bring it to the theatre? My phone is going to die." Kurt rolled his eyes. All he wanted to do was go home. But, being the nice friend that he was, Kurt decided that he'd bring Rachel her charger. First, he walked to Clara's school to pick her up. Upon seeing her father, Clara's eyes lit up and she ran out to give him a hug.

"Hi honey," Kurt said as he embraced his daughter.

"Daddy, look what I made at school!" She said excitedly as she held up a picture that she had drawn.

"It's beautiful sweetheart," he told her. "Come on. Let's go. We have to give your Aunt Rachel something at the theatre and Daddy desperately needs a coffee." Kurt truly wanted something a bit stronger than coffee but that would have to wait until Clara was asleep tonight. Hand in hand, they walked through the streets of New York until they reached the nearest Starbucks.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" the woman asked.

"I'll have a venti cinnamon dolce latte," Kurt told her. "And I'll take one cinnamon bun for her." The woman nodded and put together their order.

"Here you go, sir"

"Thank you," Kurt replied, taking the coffee. He took his first sip and let out a sigh of relief. God, he didn't realize how much he had truly needed caffeine. After that, the two made their way to the Gershwin theatre and Kurt looked for Rachel. There was no one on stage so they must have been on a break. Clara was quicker to spot Rachel.

"Aunt Rachel!" She exclaimed before breaking free from Kurt's grasp and running to her aunt. Rachel beamed at the little girl and lifted her up once she made it to her arms.

"Here's my favorite girl!" Rachel said.

"We brought you your phone charger," Clara replied as she dug the white cord out of her pink Barbie backpack.

"Perfect. You are the best kiddo." Rachel told her. Kurt walked over to the two of them. "Thank you so much for bringing it, Kurt."

"It's fine. But I'll remember this next time I need something." he joked as he set his coffee down on the table. Suddenly, Kurt felt his heart drop when he saw a familiar looking man out of the corner of his eye. It was Blaine Anderson, his tinder match. The man walked over to them and tapped Rachel on the corner.

"Hey Rachel, Gus wants us on stage in 2 minutes to rehearse a scene," he said.

"No problem," she replied. "Blaine, this is my friend, Kurt and his daughter, Clara."

"It's nice to meet you," Blaine said extending his hand towards Kurt.

"Nice to meet you too," Kurt replied nervously.

"I've seen you on TV!" Clara exclaimed. Blaine knelt down to her level and talked directly to the little girl.

"You did?" he asked.

"Yes! You're famous," she told him.

"I wouldn't go that far," Blaine replied with a laugh. He looked around to the table and spotted a coffee, figuring it must be his. Blaine had a bad habit of misplacing things. He picked the coffee up and before Kurt could say something, Blaine took a sip.

"Oh that's my-" Kurt began. Upon seeing, Kurt's face, Blaine immediately stopped and set the drink down.

"Oh God, I am so sorry." Blaine apologized. "I thought it was mine. I have a bad habit of leaving my coffee everywhere." He reached for his wallet. "Here let me-"

"Not it's really okay," Kurt replied. "Mistakes happen."

"I feel awful," Blaine replied. "You have to let me make it up to you. Maybe I could buy you a replacement coffee sometime…" he asked timidly.

"Um yeah...that...that would be nice," Kurt answered. Suddenly they heard a man yell from the stage. "Blaine, Rachel, time to rehearse!"

"I guess I better get going. See you around. And, I am so sorry about the coffee." Blaine apologized before heading to the stage. Kurt watched Blaine walk away and then he looked to Clara and Rachel. Rachel was beaming.

"That sure sounded like plans for a date to me…" She whispered.

"He just feels bad," Kurt replied.

"Sure...All I'm gonna say is I told you so." Rachel replied with a smirk before heading off to set. Kurt took Clara's hand and his coffee that now had celebrity DNA on it. Man, he could sell this coffee on eBay if he really wanted to. Kurt honestly just couldn't believe it. He had just met Blaine Anderson...and he had kinda asked Kurt on a date. The day had sure started terribly but at least it ended with positive.