A/N: Here's chapter 6! Sorry it's a bit late!

Washuuwa: Let me tell you… Jealous!Blaine is my guilty pleasure. So don't worry, there will be a 'Finn'-esque character!

BM22OwenstinaKB: Blaine will not have a husband. Or a wife. Haha, but Kurt will have to fight for his affections at some point! Will Jesse be competition? We'll just have to see! And yes, I will do the rape victim story line! Your wish is my command (: Look for it next chapter!

Ale and anon: Thank you very much! (:

'So… are you nervous?'

Kurt rolled over, Blaine's cotton sheets twisting to form tight over his body. Blaine was sitting up in his bed, his back pressed against the headboard of his bed. A pair of rectangular frame glasses sat perched on his nose, and he was dressed only in a pair of sweat pants. He had the daily newspaper held up in front of him, a hand securing either side of it. Kurt smiled at the sight. Ever since he had gone home with Blaine on Monday, this is how he had woken up. It was now Friday, and although he had work today, he had to prepare for the dinner with his dad and his dad's girlfriend for tonight.

'Yeah, I guess… I don't know, it's confusing,' Kurt sighed, pushing himself up to sit beside Blaine. Blaine's arm snaked around Kurt's waist, his nimble fingers stroking the curve of his waist and pulling Kurt tight into his side. Kurt cuddled into his side, looking over the paper with him. They remained quiet, only speaking when Blaine would point out a story in the paper he knew Kurt would find interesting. Once Blaine was on the back page of the paper, he spoke up again.

'Are you gonna bring him in to the hospital?' He asked casually.

'Um, I wasn't planning on it. Why? Do you want to meet him?'

Blaine shrugged, 'Well, no. I mean, yeah, from what you've told me about him, he's a great guy. But we're not serious or anything, I mean… are we?'

Kurt sighed, clearing his throat and then standing up, 'Alright, I'm gonna take a shower.'

Blaine sighed, closing his eyes momentarily before opening them back up and nodding, 'Sounds good,' He said quietly. He glanced up into Kurt's eyes, sending him a small smile and then looking back down at the paper.

Kurt walked into Blaine's bathroom, turning on the shower and letting it warm up as he slipped out of his boxer briefs and tossed them onto the floor carelessly. Once the water was warm enough, he stepped under the warm spray of the shower and sighing contently. He used Blaine's shampoo and conditioner, washing his hair and then using his shower gel to wash his body. It seemed like a habit. After he was done, Kurt stepped out of the shower and wrapping one of Blaine's towels that he had been using around his waist. He tucked the edge of his towel in so that it would stay, standing in front of the sink and brushing his teeth with the extra tooth brush Blaine had left out for him the first night. Once he was finished, he cleaned the toothbrush and then laid it beside Blaine's. They were identical, save for the blue ring around the base of his while Blaine's was yellow. The domesticity of the situation made Kurt's heart swell momentarily, but he didn't allow himself to dwell on it. He exited the bathroom, smiling as he saw Blaine still in bed, watching TV. As Kurt exited the bathroom, he looked up and smiled sweetly at him. Kurt smiled back.

Kurt grabbed his clothes off of the floor, pulling them on and then glancing at Blaine, 'When are you coming in today?' He asked as he grabbed his messenger bag off of the floor, strapping it over his shoulder.

'Noon,' Blaine answered as he turned down the volume on the TV. Kurt sighed, nodding once and then crawling onto the bed beside Blaine. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips, and then pulled away, 'Mm,' Blaine sighed contentedly, 'Maybe I'll show up later. There might be something for you today with one of my patients.'

Kurt giggled quietly, kissing him again, a bit longer this time. As he pulled away, he watched Blaine's eyes light up, 'I'll see you soon,' Kurt said, hopping off of the bed and then walking out of Blaine's apartment.

Kurt arrived at the hospital ten minutes before rounds. He hurried up to the locker room, changing into the extra pair of scrubs he kept in his locker. Mercedes stood beside him, dressed in her scrubs and her hair was a mess, 'Were you on call last night?' Kurt asked as he sat down to pull his sneakers on.

Mercedes looked over at Kurt, looking surprised as if she had just noticed his arrival. She nodded sleepily, wiping her eyes as she pulled her lab coat out of her locker and putting it on, 'I'm exhausted.'

'You've been really tired all week, 'Cedes. Something you need to tell me?'

'You've been limping all this week. Something you need to tell me?'

Kurt and Mercedes eyed each other carefully, and then, as if by a silent agreement, turned and finished up at their lockers. Sam and Finn were chatting quietly behind them, and once they were all ready, they exited the locker room and waited by the nurse's station for Wes.

Wes emerged from the elevator a few minutes later and he walked up in front of them, 'You all look cheery,' He said sarcastically, an overly cheerful smile on his face, 'Alright, everybody. It's a beautiful day to save lives. Let's go do rounds.'

The four interns followed Wes as he walked them through all of the surgical patients on the surgical floor. Finn got in on a plastics case, which he gloated openly about, and Kurt was sent down to the ER. Wes then turned to Sam and Mercedes, 'Now, who was on call last night?' He asked, sarcasm and disdain lacing his words. He handed patient's charts back to them, 'Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy. Redo them, and then head down to the pit for your punishment. Have fun.'

Kurt chuckled, grinning over at Sam and Mercedes as he made his way down to the ER. Nurse Quinn handed him a stack of charts as he walked in, and Kurt headed to the first patient. It was a young girl, 24 years old, and her husband who was holding her hand securely, 'Hi, I'm Dr. Hummel. Your chart says that you're thinking you're pregnant,' He read, letting out an internal sigh and then smiling, 'Alright, just wait patiently and I'll go get you a few pregnancy tests.' Kurt turned, heading to the supply station and grabbing two pregnancy tests out of the compartment where they are kept. He walked back over to the patient, handing them to her, 'Alright, if you just want to head down to the bathrooms right there, take the tests and then give them to one of the nurses.'

He walked over to the nurse's station, scribbling on the patient's chart, 'God,' He sighed.

'Something wrong, Hummel?'

Kurt glanced up, seeing Jesse St. James standing there, a smile on his face.

'I'm just… not in the mood to be doing ER work right now. Do you have any interesting surgeries today? Need any help?'

Jesse chuckled as he scribbled on a chart, 'Not right now, Kurt. But if I get a case that I need assistance on, I'll page you,' He smiled, turning to walk away when his pager went off. Kurt's did too. They glanced down at their pagers and saw there was a small trauma coming in. They hurried towards the doors, pulling on their trauma gowns and slipping into their gloves. They waited outside for the ambulances to arrive in silence. Kurt let out a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest and enjoying the warmth. As the sound of sirens approached, they moved forward and the ambulances parked in front of Kurt and Jesse.

'Betty Phillips, age 45, a car crashed into the driver's side of her car. She is unconscious, has minor contusions on her right arm and right leg. There are signs of internal bleeding from her stomach,' the paramedic called out as she opened the back doors to the ambulance and the woman was wheeled out on her gurney. Kurt grabbed the back of the gurney as Jesse grabbed her chart and looked over it.

'Alright, we need to take her into surgery right now. Quinn,' He called out as Kurt wheeled her into the hospital. Jesse motioned for Kurt to continue pushing her to the elevators for her surgery, 'Which OR is available?'

Quinn looked over the schedule, 'Um, OR 3 is available. Should I book it?'

'Yes, thank you. And contact her family,' Jesse called out as they hurried to the elevator. He handed Quinn Betty's chart, and they rode the elevator down to the OR. Kurt pushed her into the OR for pre-op, which the staffed nurses began to take care of. Jeff, another anesthesiologist, put Betty under and Kurt walked into the scrub room. Jesse was putting on his bright orange scrub cap, and tying his scrub mask on. Kurt followed suit, pulling on the plain blue scrub cap that came with his scrubs and tied his mask on.

'So,' Jesse said, his eyes crinkling in the corners so Kurt figured he was smiling, but by the sound of his voice, it seemed like he was smirking, 'Can I trust you not to drop any of our patient's organs on the floor this time?'

Kurt rolled his eyes, 'Oh God. You'll never let me live that down, will you?' Kurt asked, laughing softly.

Jesse shrugged, 'You have to admit, it was pretty sad. Poor little intern Kurt, drops the kidney on his first transplant surgery.'

'Shut up,' Kurt laughed, thankful that he had tied his scrub mask on so that it hid his blush, 'You know, if I can forget about it, you can too.'

'Oh, so you've forgotten about it?'

A moment of silence passed, 'No,' Kurt finally said as they began to scrub in.

Jesse laughed, rolling his eyes, 'You're too cute, Hummel.'

Kurt froze, the soap in his hand stopping. The words settled in, and it became awkward. He cleared his throat and chuckled quietly. Kurt didn't say anything else; he just finished scrubbing in and then dried his hands off with a few paper towels. He walked out of the scrub room and walking into the OR. Rachel helped him put on his surgical gown and then slipped his gloves onto his hand, 'Thank you,' He said quietly, dropping his hands to his sides and moving to Betty's side.

Jesse finished scrubbing in, and, once he was dressed in his surgical gown and gloves, walked up to Betty's other side, 'Alright. Scalpel,' He requested, and a surgical nurse put the scalpel into his hand. He cut into Betty's abdomen, and the surgery began.

'Dammit,' Jesse cursed, 'I can't find the source of this bleeding,' He said angrily. He was searching through the body, looking through the organs. Kurt continued to suction the blood, but he had a feeling he was loosing to much blood.

'Dr. St. James,' Kurt warned quietly. At that moment, the heart monitor began to become speed up, 'Code blue.'

'Dammit, dammit, dammit,' Jesse exclaimed, 'Alright, get the paddles.'

Kurt moved to the right as the nurses wheeled the defibrillator up beside them, and handed Kurt the paddles, 'Alright, charge to 100,' Kurt called out, as one nurse applied the gel to the paddles. Placing them at the appropriate places, Kurt glanced up at Jesse who nodded assuringly, 'Clear!'

Betty's body jerked, but the heart monitor did not slow down, 'Charge to 200… Clear!' Still, nothing. This was their last chance, '300,' He called out, and placed them back on Betty's chest, 'Clear!'

There was no response. Kurt began to panic. He had not lost a patient yet in his experience as an intern. Kurt's eyes were wide as the nurses took the paddles from his hands.

'Time of death,' Jesse called out with a sigh, '14:42.'

Kurt sighed as he walked out of the OR, pulling his scrub cap and mask off angrily. He tossed them in the laundry and threw his gloves away. Jesse entered the room behind him, but Kurt ignored him as best as he could. He scrubbed at his hands quickly, before leaving the room as fast as he could. He had lost his first patient. Every single patient he had helped so far in his intern career had lived. He dropped a god damned kidney on the ground and the patient had still lived.

Kurt rode the elevator up to the surgical floor, stepping out and seeing Blaine there, leaning against the nurse's station. He was chatting with one of the nurses, a charismatic smile on his face. If he hadn't been sleeping with Blaine for a week, he could have sworn the guy was straight. He was just a big flirt. Kurt walked into the on call room, sighing in relief as he saw it was empty. He sat down, holding his head in his hands. Like Kurt knew he would, Blaine entered the room a few moments later.

'Hey,' Blaine's voice was gentle and a little condescending. It didn't matter in that moment though, because he needed someone to just be there for him, 'What's wrong?'

Kurt didn't look up, 'You'll think I'm a loser. And that I'm pathetic.'

Blaine chuckled as he moved up and sat beside Kurt, his hand sliding onto his thigh, 'Just tell me.'

'It's just... I lost my first patient today.'

Blaine let out a soft sigh, 'Ah. I remember my first patient that died. Seth Brooks. It was my second day of interning. He had a brain tumor, and while they were in there, they saw the tumor was far too big and complex to cut out. So we just closed him back up, and I was the intern who had to take care of him until he died. I was devastated.'

Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder halfway through his story, letting out a long sigh. They continued to sit in quiet, before Blaine's pager went off, 'I have to go. I have a surgery at four, so I probably won't be here to see you off to your dinner. But don't worry. Everything will be just fine.'

Kurt rolled his eyes, 'Thanks,' He said sarcastically. Blaine chuckled, giving Kurt a quick kiss on the lips before standing up and walking out of the on call room. Kurt leaned back onto the bed, covering his face with his hands.

'How do I look?'

Mercedes stood, walking to Kurt and adjusting him a bit. Kurt was getting ready for the dinner with his dad, and was strangely nervous. He was wearing a nice pair of black skinny jeans and a simple white button-up. His hair was styled up and looked perfect.

Mercedes tightened his tie, and then nodded her approval, 'You look good, white boy.'

Kurt grinned, looking back into the full length mirror that stood by the bathrooms in the intern locker room, 'I hope she's not annoying. And I hope her son's not a total douche.'

'I'm sure he won't be a douche, Kurt,' Mercedes assured him with a small smile on her face. Kurt took a glance at the clock and then let out a shaky sigh.

'Well, I have to go,' He kissed Mercedes' cheek sweetly and then waved at the other interns in the room, 'See you later. I'm on call, so page me if anything interesting happens. Or if you want to tell me who you've been sleeping with.'

Before Mercedes could answer, Kurt tossed his messenger bag over his shoulder and left the room at a quick paced jog. He rode the elevator downstairs and then walked out to his car. He sat in the driver's seat, pulling his phone out of his pocket and searching through his contacts until it landed on 'Dad'. He pressed the green 'call' button and raised it to his ear.

'Hello?'

'Hey, Dad. I'm just leaving the hospital now. What restaurant are we meeting at?'

There was a rustling sound in the background, and a woman's mumbling voice before his father's voice came through the receiver louder than before, 'We were planning on just Breadstix. That alright?'

Kurt rolled his eyes. Breadstix was a cheap, knock-off Italian place that was just down the street from his old high school, McKinley High.

Oh well, Kurt thought to himself, Might as well take a trip down memory lane.

'Yeah, that's fine. I'll be there in about a half hour.'

'Okay, Kiddo. We'll save a table. Carole's son will be a little late; he has a surgery or somethin'.'

Kurt smiled, 'That's fine, Dad. Love you.'

'Love you too.'

'Bye.' Kurt hung up his phone and then dropped it into the cup holder of his car. He put the key into the ignition, and then started driving up to Lima. He sung along quietly to the radio as he drove, feeling nervous but kind of excited at the same time.

He missed his dad a lot. After talking to Blaine about his issues with his dad's new girlfriend, Blaine had reassured him that it would be okay. Blaine had said, 'If she makes your dad happy, what's the harm in that?' It made Kurt realize that he was being selfish. He would never loose his amazing relationship with his dad, because it was so important to the both of them. Maybe Carole would be a great addition to the Hummel clan. Maybe she would cook healthy food for Burt, seeing as Kurt was sure Burt wasn't doing it himself. Plus, Burt had been in the hospital during Kurt's junior year of high school and had almost died. It had been so hard on Kurt. So, if Carole made sure he went to the hospital if anything started feeling wrong, he would appreciate her.

Kurt passed McKinley as he reached Lima, and he shuddered inwardly. He had so many unhappy memories there and, although there were a few good memories, it was just not a good place for him to be reminded of. Once he saw the illuminated sign, he pulled into the parking lot and parked in a space. He sat in the car for a moment to ready himself before he stepped out of the car and walked inside, his bag strapped over his shoulder. He walked in, looking around and then spotting his dad as he stood up and waved his arms excitedly. Kurt smiled, hurrying over to the table and wrapping his arms tight around his dad's waist. Burt hugged him back around his shoulders, chuckling, 'Step back, let me look at ya,' Burt requested as he pushed Kurt out slightly and held him at arms length, 'You're skinny. Too skinny. You eatin' Ramen noodles every night, or what?'

Kurt rolled his eyes, 'I haven't lost any weight since we last saw each other, Dad. You look good,' He observed, eyeing his father's thinner frame, and more defined muscles.

'Thanks, kid. Alright, Kurt. I'd like to introduce you to a very special lady,' Burt stated, a smile on his face. He turned, motioning to a woman behind him. She was pretty, with short red-brown hair and laugh lines. She was the type of person that, at first glance, you could tell she was a very sweet and happy person.

'Hi, Carole. It's really nice to meet you,' Kurt greeted, holding his hand out for Carole to shake.

Ignoring Kurt's extended hand; Carole moved forward and wrapped Kurt in a tight hug. It surprised him at first, but soon he was wrapping his arms loose around her waist. It was different, but certainly not unwelcome, 'It's wonderful to meet you too, Kurt. Burt has told me so much about you.'

'All good, I hope?'

'No,' Burt cut in before Carole could answer, 'There's nothing good to say.'

Kurt rolled his eyes, laughing and they turned to the booth. Carole and Burt slid into one side of the booth and Kurt sat on the opposite side, folding his hands neatly on the table and smiling at them.

'So, Kurt, how has everything been going at work?'

Kurt nodded, 'Good,' He said casually, shrugging one shoulder, 'Um, I lost my first patient today. But it was okay. One of my colleagues talked to me and calmed me down about it, you know? But other than that, it's all been amazing. I love it.'

'You and my son will have so much to talk about. He wants to be a plastic surgeon though. What do you want to go into?'

'Well… I always wanted to just go into general surgery, but lately the attending over cardiothoracic surgery has let me scrub in on a few procedures, and I love it. It's a lot of fun.'

Burt and Carole both smiled, and it was clear that what Kurt had just said hadn't registered too much in their heads. It was okay with him though, because it wasn't very uncommon that he got blank looks from patients and their families.

The waitress came over, and Kurt ordered his drink. They decided they would wait for Carole's son before ordering their food. Small talk was made as they waited. Soon, a tall boy stumbled his way to the head of their table, 'Hey, sorry I'm late. I got caught up in surgery and-'

'Finn?'

'Kurt?'

'You two know each other?' Burt questioned, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

Kurt laughed awkwardly, 'Yeah, we're interning at the same hospital,' He stated, and Finn slid into the booth beside Kurt, 'Small world.'

'Dude, this practically makes us brothers!' Finn exclaimed, causing both Carole and Burt to look alarmed. They exchanged glances to each other and then looked back at their sons.

'Yeah, maybe someday,' Kurt commented, an amused smile on his face.

'Where do you live?'

'I'm sorry?'

'Like, an apartment, a house…' Finn carried off. Kurt glanced at his dad and Carole, and then back at Finn.

'Well, I have my own apartment-'

'Can I move in with you?'

'Finn!' Carole scolded, sounding both amused and shocked.

'Kurt, I still live with my mom,' Finn said, his voice becoming a rather loud whisper, 'She irons my scrubs before I go into work. Do you understand that? Irons my scrubs. I figure, since we're like… brothers now, I could move in with you. We could split the rent, carpool to work, and you know, have movie nights and stuff!'

Kurt smiled, chuckling softly, because Finn looked honest to God excited, 'Yeah, Finn. Maybe. We'll see.'

Finn grinned, turning and finally looking at Burt. It was like something clicked in his head, 'Oh, hi! You must be Burt. It's really cool to meet you, bro.'

Burt chuckled, wrapping his arm around Carole's shoulder and smiling at Finn, 'It's nice to meet you too, Finn. Carole told me you used to play football.'

'Yes, sir.'

'What position?'

'Quarterback,' Finn answered, pride evident in his voice.

Burt nodded, impressed, 'Impressive. You know, Kurt played kicker on his high school's football team once.'

Kurt rolled his eyes, blushing, 'Just for a week. And it ended with a dance routine, so I don't know if it really counts,' He stated, twirling the straw in his glass of water around absentmindedly, the ice clinking against the glass.

'Kurt performed a song for the whole bar the other night,' Finn stated, laughing softly as he glanced over in Kurt's direction, remembering the night.

Kurt blushed even deeper. He rolled his eyes, sighing, 'It was just… drunken karaoke. We were probably slurring our words.'

Finn shook his head, 'No, it was good. I was in the glee club when I was in high school too.'

The night progressed, and it turned out to be a lot of fun. Everyone got along very well, and they spent the majority of their time laughing and joking. As they paid and boxed up their leftovers, Kurt gave his dad and Carole hugs, and then told Finn he would see him at the hospital later tonight. Kurt got in his car and drove back to the hospital in good spirits. He parked in the staff parking lot and then made his way up to the locker room. He was full and tired, but cheerful. He changed into his scrubs and then exited the room, going to look for Wes to get his assignment when he ran into Blaine.

'Hey!' Blaine exclaimed, smiling at Kurt as he adjusted the charts in his arms. Kurt fell into step beside Blaine as they walked to the nurse's station.

'Hey,' Kurt smiled, leaning against the counter and watching Blaine as he started filling out some information on the charts he had been carrying.

'How was your dinner?'

'You'll never guess who could be my new stepbrother if my dad decides to marry Carole,' Kurt challenged, crossing his arms over his chest.

'Probably not,' Blaine answered, glancing up from the charts and smiling at Kurt before looking back down at them, 'Who will be your new stepbrother?'

'Finn Hudson.'

'The intern?' Blaine questioned, chuckling, 'The one that figured out about us?'

Kurt nodded, 'And he wants to move in with me. I mean, I'm not completely against it, but it's weird, right? You don't just… ask people if you can move in with them. You know?'

Blaine nodded, 'Yeah, it is a bit weird. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad though. But, what would happen when we want to spend the night at your place?' He questioned, slipping the patient charts to the nurse behind the counter and sticking his pen into the pocket of his lab coat. They turned and began to walk to the elevator.

Kurt shrugged, 'I don't know. Just be quiet, I guess.'

'Did I ever come up in the conversation?'

Kurt raised his eyebrows, 'Just when I mentioned that I had been in on some cardio cases.'

'Oh.'

'Why?'

'No reason,' Blaine said casually, turning and pointing to a patient's room, 'I have to go. When do you get off?'

'Not until six tomorrow morning,' Kurt answered, leaning against the wall beside the patient's room, 'What about you?'

'I get off tonight at midnight,' Blaine stated as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his lab coat.

Kurt frowned, 'Alright, well, um… I guess I'll just see you later? Next time we're both working?'

Blaine nodded, 'Okay. If you want, though, you can just come over when you get off.'

Kurt smiled; 'Sounds good,' He said as Blaine smiled back and turned around, walking into his patient's room. Kurt turned, making his way down to the ER. As he walked he thought about him and Blaine. What were they? They acted like they were dating, but it had never been a confirmed thing.

Kurt shook his head at his thoughts. He wasn't going to be the guy that was always saying, 'What are we? Are we going to talk about what we're doing her?'

Kurt was enjoying his time with Blaine. He wasn't going to ruin it asking stupid questions.