Ownership and Inspiration: I don't own Glee. But my imagination I do, I'll never relinquish that.

Music Inspiration: Another Day in Paradise, Phil Collins.

Inspiring scent: Vegemite sandwiches and apple juice.

Rating: M. 16 plus.

Ship: I'm on the Jogan Gondola therefore a Gondolier. But this story is: Hurt, such as Hunter!Kurt.

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, sex scenes and risk taking subjects. S/M or if you prefer the term D/S relationships. Medical procedures and subjects.


It is somewhat near impossible for me to write about Kurt, without thinking of him as being so delicate when he's not well. But when he is well he's like the fun flirty drunk Kurt with Sexy Santa.

~ First Operation ~

"I'm ready." And Kurt hears the doctor approach by his whistling. How annoying. Kurt's jumpy but knows this is important.

Dr Blaine has a tray of fresh vials for blood specimens, swabs for others and empty jars for scrapings. He puts on fresh gloves and picks up a new pen, sits on his stool and writes Kurt's name and dob on the vials, swabs and jars.

He sighs deeply and looks up toward Kurt on the bed. "Are you ready?"

"Um, I suppose so."

"I'm going to take some notes and specimens of you. Do you want me to start anywhere in particular?" Kurt turns the deepest, darkest beetroot red. His face is absolutely burning and none of this is cute at all. He's been in pain and not always of the favourite kind.

He breaks wind, winces and declares "How about my back end. I have many sores developing, I can feel them as I wipe. They hurt more than usual and I'm worried that I might infect my boyfriend."

"Very well, turn toward the wall and raise your leg up like so. Okay here we go, I'll just move you and take specimens. We'll talk and the time'll go by much quicker then …" Dr Blaine talks as he inspects and takes swabs of Kurt's hole. "You don't look as if you've been preparing yourself well. Such damage will come with infections if you continue on this path. Are you always the catcher?" Dr Blaine talks clinically whilst being friendly and professional. But being clinical is the best way to not cross that transference bridge.

"I… I really prefer it all quite rough. There's something bestial and exhilarating about it. And …" Kurt stops with prodding's that are uncomfortable. Dr Blaine had him positioned only how Hunter ever had him. He can't help but feel he's betraying Hunter. He can't help but think of the doctor just as Blaine right now, only first name basis when someone is in you so far. He's not sure if this is even more delightful when Blaine's two fingers come close to his ... He catches his breath awaiting the familiar brushing. Blaine's other free hand comes around to just alongside his bladder and pushes back to the hand inside. Kurt screams! "OW! Oh my God Nnnnggg…."

~ o ~

Kurt wakes up in a theatre recovery room. He's under a heavy medical blanket to keep him warm and he has no idea how this came to be. His throat is sore as he becomes aware of the Nurse taking a breathing tube out of him. "Cough, cough… oh my throat hurts so much." he hoarsely says. "What the hell happened? Where am I?"

Hunter holds a hand tightly, raising it to his own cheek and kissing it all over. Kisses to the back of his hand, his palm and each finger tip. And then he presses it to his cheek again. "Welcome back to the living. You had me so worried." Hunter's eyes don't lie, he really does love and adore Kurt. Hunter gives in to Kurt's submissive role but that's just all foreplay, right?

Kurt begins to remember their previous bedroom antics, kitchen antics, lounge room and other room antics. As the memories come flooding back his face burns with humiliation. "Hunter, what are you doing here and where am I and what the hell?"

"The doctor's receptionist rang me half an hour after you passed out. He was giving you a physical when you collapsed in agony from some small prodding." His voice is starting to quiver. "After you were stabilized he took all the other necessary specimens and bought you around to his operating suite for an exploratory operation." Hunter had been good to keep most of his speech level and quiet. He puts his big head down on Kurt's stomach and closes his eyes whilst hugging him. Kurt smiles at the big lug.

Kurt pulls the other arm out to the cold air and puts his hand in Hunter's hair. He pushes his fingers through his hair taking his finger nails to Hunter's neck. Once there he slowly scratches back up the neck and holds on the back of his head. Kurt sighs deeply, lungs aching for correct breathing of their own.

He leans back into the pillows and welcomes some much needed, medication induced sleep. He aches all over, and not from passionate love. This time he aches from heavy anaesthetics that had his body held in it's own form of stasis.

~ o ~

At home Kurt is recovering with doting from Hunter, who is currently on his way home from work. Rachel visits when Hunter needs to be elsewhere. She plays the good Nurse quite well, and hung the candy stripe outfit, that Santana had given her, in Kurt's closet for him to keep.

"So when do your results come back?" Handing him some lunch on a tray and sitting alongside him on the cushiony futon. She sips her juice and he slops his, which makes her laugh and nearly cough it back up. "Oh you are so naughty, stop that." She hits his arm. Cheeky, naughty Kurt!

"Well they should be through by the end of next week. I only have medication until then. Actually …" He looks at the posy of yellow and red roses Hunter had bought, on the coffee table. "I wondered if Hunter should come with me, or if you'd prefer to?"

"Hunter is your partner Kurt, I think it more important if he were there." She tidy's his serviette and puts her tray on the table. "Why would you think that?"

"I just." Finishes his sandwich, has some more juice, swallows and continues "Well I felt more comfortable talking with Dr Blaine when Hunter wasn't there. I want to protect Hunter from bad news."

"But you want me to be there? Don't you want to protect me too?"

"It's not the same Rach. He is my partner, but you're my best friend. The results will be more upsetting for him, because we haven't been using protection."

"Oh Kurt." She blubbers some and looks toward the map of the world on the wall. "All these plans we were going to do. We were going to visit so many places."

"We still will, I'm not dying Rachel." He's surprised by her sudden dooms day attitude and feels disappointed at her.

"Kurt, you had a health scare." Grabbing the hand closest to her "You have a health problem. You may not die today, but one day something will happen. And until we know your results …"

"I'm going to be fine, stop this carry on. If you can't help it, I'll have to go on my own then." His annoyance is rising to wanting to throw her out and be on his own. But he won't do that, she needs him and he really needs her too.

He puts an arm around her, pulling her in for a brotherly hug. She sobs and rests against him as he mentions the countries his eyes catch whilst wandering the world map. "Italy, England, Iceland, Canada."

She joins in "Scotland, New Zealand, oh Japan." His turn "Germany, I want to go where Apple schnapps is made. Venezuela, how romantic would that be." Her turn "South Korea maybe even …." Thinking caps on "Malaysia" they say together.

Laughter replaces the uncomfortable moments of before. "Okay, where to then? Our passports need more stamps on them." She taps her forehead "China, I'd like to see the great wall, France would be nice in the spring." He interrupts "No way, Finland in spring. Summer for Poland, winter for South Russia then over to Indonesia, hop skip to Australia and finish up in the Philippines."

"No you have it wrong, Finland in winter for the Northern Lights and New Zealand for the Southern Lights." She's brought her legs up to crouching and leans her head on the back of the futon, feet pointing at him. She's leaning over her knees and he thinks she looks very cute today. "Hmmm, well Miss Berry." He turns toward her and cuddles his personally adopted sister, "I think the lights of San Francisco and then sailing in Tampa, Florida. What say you to that?"

At this she looks up at him, her personally adopted brother. Their eyes meet, looking deep into one another, seeing each others dreams through pupils and into their minds. They each cup the others face, he kisses her forehead and she kisses his chin.

As tears develop in Rachel's eyes, he raises a finger and taps her nose. "Stop that. I'm going to be fine." He quietly whines.

"I'll believe you. But you really don't know what the results will be, so how can you say that?"

"I'm going to be fine Miss Berry, my dearest friend."

They both sigh when they hear Hunter's key go in the front door and turns the lock. They lean against one another's foreheads as he walks down the corridor "Honey, I'm home."

As he comes into the lounge room, his shoes clap stop. "What the hell is this?" He thunders and flowers fall by his side.

"This Mr Hunter Clarington my boyfriend, my partner and beau, is innocent sibling love." Kurt answers him back "Now come here and show me your loving appreciation, without the rough play and without jealousy in your veins."

Finally Hunter is enjoying this side of Kurt, that he hadn't seen since their early courting days. Opinionated, fun and flirty, demanding and hopefully more aggressive than he is capable of. It's been a great ride while Kurt has been submissive, but Hunter would want some physical aggression, from time to time.

"HONEY, I'M HOME!" He booms once more, this time with a huge smile on his face, arms wide, flowers up in the air and all eyes are on Kurt.

Rachel smiles and claps at this fun live theatre. "Oh, you two are so sweet." She nods and mouths to Kurt that she'll come with him. As he accepts Hunter's embrace he mouths back "Thank you."

~ o ~


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