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Blaine's eyes slowly opened as the light from the sun went through his curtains. "I seriously need to get better material," he muttered. He sat up and yawned, getting ready to go back to work. He stood up, took a quick shower, and threw on a light green button up shirt and black pants. He combed his hair a bit and ran down stairs, grabbing his black blazer and his suitcase.

He grabbed his car keys and walked out, heading straight to the hospital. He then thought about last night. "I wonder if they got my message and come," he thought.

FLASHBACK

Blaine looked down at the broken glass and started to curse himself for breaking a perfectly good picture frame. He began to clean up the broken shards and gently picked up the picture and sat down.

He looked at the picture and David and Wes caught his attention. My best friends, yet, I haven't heard from them in months. He lifted his eyes from the picture and spotted the telephone. Should I call them?

Yes, I should. He picked up the phone but stopped. I have no idea what their phone numbers are. Oh how wonderful. He dialed the front desk. "Hello Dr. Anderson," a girl said through the phone.

"Do you mind searching for two phone numbers for me Sarah," he asked, still staring at the picture.

"Sure," she said. "What are their full names?"

"David and Wes," he said, putting the picture down. "I'm not quite sure about their last name though."

"Dr. Anderson, do you know how many Wes and David's there are in America alone?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Go to the Dalton Academy web site. Then click Warblers and then find the older teams and search for them. They should have their bio there."

There were some fast clicking noises on Sarah's end. "Got it."

"Ok," Blaine said, getting a piece of paper and a pen. "What is it?"

"It says here that David and Wes are rooming together in New York while they direct and produce a new play called "Memories". They're both married and have kids, but usually travel together at least once a year to produce and direct their new play around the world. They'll only be here for two more weeks," she said.

Blaine sighed. "I wanted to know their phone numbers Sarah."

"Oh," she muttered. "Right." There were some more clicking noises. "Call 555-6095."

"Okay, thanks Sarah," he muttered, writing down the number.

"No problem doctor, got to go," she said, hanging up.

Blaine hesitated for a moment, but dialed the number. There was no answer so he waited as the phone said," This is Wes and this is David! We're not here right now, but leave your name and number and these two Warblers will call you back as soon as possible!"

"David, Wes," he began slowly. "This is Blaine Anderson. I haven't seen you guy in a while and I heard you two were in New York. So, I was wondering if you two could stop by Rite Hospital and we could have some coffee or something. Hope you two can come."

And with that, Blaine hung up and sighed, staring at the mysterious boy who had his arms around Blaine and kissing him on the cheek in the picture.

END OF FLASHBACK
Blaine quietly parked his car in the parking lot and slid his ID in the time card. He walked in and headed straight up stairs into his office.

Kurt opened his eyes and he sat up quickly. Did last night really happen? Is Jason really dead? He closed his eyes and opened them. Kurt slowly looked at his arms and saw the bandages that Dr. Anderson had put on them. "It did happen and Jason is really dead," he whispered, tears slowly dripping down.

He wiped his tears away and his train of thought went somewhere else. Why does Dr. Anderson seem so familiar to me; especially when he stayed there with me, just keeping his arms around me? Why did it feel right? Why did it seem as if we fit together?
Shaking his head, Kurt sighed and looked at the clock beside the television. It was only 7:30. He shrugged and tried to find the remote, but suddenly, he heard somebody singing.

"If you have a minute why don't we go, talk about it somewhere only we know. This could be the end of everything, so why don't we go, somewhere only we know," the voice sang outside his room. He guessed that it was probably Finn and the rest of his friends would sing along later on, but, the song had ended as his door opened.

Blaine walked in holding two cups of coffee. "Oh, good morning Kurt," he said, surprised. "I just came to drop off some coffee."

"Thank you," Kurt said as Blaine handed him his coffee.

Blaine smiled and began to walk out. "Wait, please stay doctor."

He paused and turned around, taking a seat in one of the chairs. "Remember, it's Blaine."

Kurt laughed. "Of course," he muttered.

"So, any reason for me to stay," he asked as Kurt drank his coffee. Kurt froze as the coffee cup touched his lips. "Is there something wrong with your coffee," Blaine asked worriedly.

He shook his head in amazement. "No, that's just it. You know my coffee order?"

Blaine twirled his cup in his hands and blushed. "Yeah, I remembered," he muttered, taking a sip.

Kurt slightly tilted his head, amused at how silly the doctor was acting. Suddenly, the door opened again and a nurse came in. "Oh, hello Doctor," she said, smiling at Blaine playfully.

"Hello," Blaine said questioningly.

She looked at him for a while, still smiling. Then, she walked straight to Kurt and checked to make sure the machines were all alright. She then wrote something down and said," So, Mr. Hummel, how are you feeling?"

"Good," he muttered.

"Great," she said. "Now, if you need anything, just call me."

Kurt nodded and the nurse passed by Blaine, secretly dropping a piece of paper on his lap. He quickly read the note and chuckled. "Hey," he said before she left.

"Yes doctor," she said, grinning.

Blaine turned to her and shook his head. "Sorry honey, but I bat for the other team."

The nurse frowned and muttered something about never finding the right guy and left the room. As soon as she left, Kurt turned to Blaine," Does that happen a lot?"

He shrugged. "Sometimes," he muttered, sipping his coffee.

Kurt giggled. "Finally, someone else I can relate to."

Blaine and Kurt then began a conversation about how girls would fall for them but they'd end up rejecting them, telling them that they played for the other team. They even discussed how far some went. Blaine won with a story about a woman who caused herself to get sick just to get his attention.

But the fun ended too soon as Blaine was paged. They said their good byes' and Blaine promised to come back to check on him later on.

Why does everything feel so right when I'm with him, he asked himself as he left his room. Suddenly, he was tackled by two strangely familiar faces.

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