A/N: So, this chapter is a bit shorter than the rest of them. I'm sorry! My laptop is broken, so I've been working on this on my home computer which takes a lot of work. Enjoy! Reviews make me update faster!

The next two weeks progressed as the last week had. Kurt and Blaine alternated whose apartment they stayed at, but most of the time it was Kurt's. Blaine kept a few changes of clothes, a toothbrush, and some scrubs at Kurt's house. The subject of the status of their relationship never came up. They were both happy, why should they ruin anything?
Tuesday night of Kurt's eighth week of interning, Kurt and Blaine had gotten dinner after Kurt's shift ended and then headed back to Kurt's apartment. Kurt was on call, but he doubted he would be called in tonight. Blaine and Kurt stumbled into Kurt's apartment, attached at the mouth. Blaine tossed his car keys onto the kitchen table and then started tugging at the buttons on Kurt's jacket.
Once it was unbuttoned, Blaine shoved the jacket off of his shoulders and it fell to the floor. Blaine's jacket was easier to get off, and it hit the floor as they stumbled into Kurt's bedroom. Kurt tugged Blaine's button up out from where it was tucked in his jeans. He was distracted, however, by Blaine dragging wet kisses down his neck. Next thing he knew, Kurt was unbuckling Blaine's belt and he was lying on his back on the bed.
Blaine's hands were roaming around the edge of Kurt's jeans when a soft beeping sound distracted them. They both sat up and froze, wondering whose it was. Soon, two pagers were going off.
'Ugh,' Blaine groaned loudly, rolling off of Kurt and beginning to fix his clothes. Kurt fixed himself as well and then hurried to his jacket where his pager was, tucked in the pocket.
'Big trauma!' Kurt called out as he pulled his coat back on.
Blaine rolled his eyes, 'As much as I love trauma, I would rather just finish what we started.'
Kurt laughed, 'Me too. Maybe a few rounds after?'
Blaine chuckled quietly, grabbing his keys and they headed out to his car. They chatted about their last surgery together as they drove to the hospital and then hurried straight to the ER. They helped each other fasten their trauma gowns, and then walked outside where the ambulance was just pulling in.
'What do we got?' Blaine called out, hurrying up alongside the paramedic as she opened up the back doors.
'Rape victim found in an alleyway. She has multiple contusions and deep lacerations. Signs showing a possible bleed in her lung.'
Blaine looked over the small, fragile looking young woman on the gurney, 'Alright, take her straight to the OR,' He told a nurse, and he and Kurt hurried to their separate lounges to change into their scrubs and then hurried down to the OR. Once there, Blaine turned to a scrub nurse, 'Will you page Jesse St. James and send him down here? He'll need to check her out as well.
The nurse nodded, and Kurt cleared his throat awkwardly. Jesse's passes at him had become more obvious. Kurt hadn't told Blaine about it, though.
Kurt and Blaine hurried to the scrub room, and began to wash their hands, 'Poor girl. Looks tiny,' Blaine observed as they scrubbed in.
'Are they doing a rape kit on her right now?' Kurt asked, and Blaine nodded.
Once they were scrubbed in, they headed inside the OR. Blaine moved up alongside of her and Kurt stood close beside him since there was no room for him right beside the body. Blaine began to work, and soon Jesse came in and checked the girl over.
'Wow,' Jesse breathed out as he looked at her eyes to see if there was any head trauma, 'Look at her fingernails. There's blood and skin under there. She tried to fight back.'
'Tried?' Blaine repeated, laughing as he glanced up at Jesse, 'Rape kit came back negative. She kicked his ass.'
Jesse and Kurt both chuckled quietly, and a few beats of silence passed.
'Oh look,' Blaine broke the silence, 'I think I may have found the cause of our rupture,' He stated excitedly, grabbing a large hemostat and pushing it into the girl's body. A few moments later, he pulled out a fleshy and bloody mound.
'What the hell is that?' Jesse asked and Kurt's eyes widened as he examined it closer.
'Oh my God.'

'What?' Blaine asked as he looked at Kurt.
'She bit it off. It's his... His penis.'
The room erupted in chatter as Blaine set the hemostat and penis in a tray.
'Ouch.'

Kurt walked into Chief Schuester's office, a red and white tub filled with ice and the specimen. Schuester was sitting at his desk, looking over some paperwork on his desk.
'Ah, Hummel. That the, uh...'
'Yeah,' Kurt said with an awkward nod, 'I was told to bring this to you for the police.'
'Right, are they here?'
'Um, no. On the phone they said it could be hours.'
'Oh,' Schuester said awkwardly, standing up and adjusting his lab coat, 'Well, you have to keep it then.'
'What?'
'Well, it's the law. Any medical matter in a rape must stat with the person who collected it until it's placed in police custody.'
Kurt stared at Schuester with his eyebrows raised, 'I have to carry the penis around with me all day?'
Schuester laughed, 'Yes, Hummel. I'm afraid so.'
Kurt sighed, 'Um, okay. You'll page me when the police arrive?'
'Sure thing.'
Kurt turned and left the office awkwardly, carrying the tub by the handle. Kurt walked into the intern's locker room, spotting Mercedes and sitting beside her, slamming the tub at his side. Mercedes glanced over, 'What's that?'
'You don't wanna know,' Kurt answered quickly, leaning onto the bench and covering his eyes with his hands.
'No, tell me.'
'You really wanna know?'
'Yeah!'
'It's a severed penis,' Kurt answered simply, staring at Mercedes with raised eyebrows. She looked shocked and a little disgusted.
After a bit of silence, Finn and Sam entered, chatting about the Buckeyes.
'Kurt's carrying around a penis in a jar!' Mercedes exclaimed and the two boys froze, their eyes wide.
'It's not a jar. I collected it, it's medical. A rape victim bit her rapist's penis off.'
More silence.
Then, 'Can we see it?'
Soon, all three were gathered around and Kurt rolled his eyes. He glanced around to make sure no one else was around before popping the lid off and the four interns peered into the tub.
Finn hissed, obviously imagining what it would feel like to have your penis bitten off. Sam awkwardly brought his hands down, covering himself and Mercedes grinded her teeth a few times. Kurt rolled his eyes.
'And apparently, the police are slower than hell, so I'll probably have to spend the night with it.'
Finn snickered immaturely, and Kurt sighed, 'Finn, don't.'
He still snickered, 'It's still funny though.'

A few hours later, Kurt and Blaine met up in the on-call room and locked the door. Blaine moved in, but Kurt awkwardly pulled away, 'I don't…'

'What?'

'I feel weird doing this with that in the room,' Kurt mumbled as he glanced at the red and white tub sitting on the table.

Blaine groaned, tilting his head back in frustration as he sat down on one of the beds, 'This trauma has been the biggest cockblock for me today.'

Kurt giggled quietly as he sat down beside Blaine and together they laid down, 'It's just sad, you know? Like, I was reading her info and she had just barely moved here to Ohio. Both of her parents are dead, no siblings. She has no one.'
Blaine sighed, running his hand up and down Kurt's arm in as he always did when Kurt was upset about something, 'She has us,' Blaine tried to reassure but Kurt rolled his eyes.
'Because complete strangers are good companions.'
Blaine chuckled, placing his fingers under Kurt's chin, 'Come here,' He whispered and Kurt leaned up to meet his lips. Blaine's lips were always smooth and warm, and Kurt loved kissing him. A lot.
Blaine slowly pulled Kurt so that he was straddling his hips, all the while keeping their lips connected. As Kurt felt Blaine's fingertips roaming around the elastic waistband of his scrubs, the door was pushed open.
Kurt jumped back, looking up and meeting the eyes of his shocked resident, Wes. He glanced from Kurt to Blaine, a disapproving frown crossing his features and then he just looked plain angry.
'You know, people are out here actually trying to sleep,' He snapped, turning and slamming the door as he stomped out of the room. Kurt fell off of Blaine to lay right beside him. He raised his hands to his face, groaning into them.
'Oh, God. This is not good. This is so not good,' Kurt was whispering, sitting up and then rolling over Blaine to get off of the bed, 'Oh my, I'm going to get fired. I'm going to loose my job.'
'Kurt, shh,' Blaine hushed, standing up and grabbing Kurt's hands, pulling him to stand in front of Blaine. Kurt complied, looking into his eyes, 'It'll be okay, alright? Listen, this has happened before. An intern started fooling around with an attending when I was a resident. I'll just go to the chief and tell him, and everything will be okay.'
Kurt and Blaine stared at each other for a few moments, silence in the room. Kurt could see flaws in the plan, and he knew Blaine could most likely see them too, 'So, what would you say to him? I'm fooling around with an intern, but since I told you, it should be okay, right?'
Blaine wet his lips slowly. He sighed, running his fingers through his ungelled curls, 'Oh. Well, I was... I was going to say that we're not just fooling around,' He cleared his throat and then looked around. Whenever a serious conversation occurred with Kurt and Blaine, things got awkward.
'We're not? So... what are we?'
Kurt mentally slapped himself. He had promised himself that he wasn't going to be the one to ask that question. He was scared now, of what Blaine's reply was going to be. Before he could answer, Kurt's pager went off. Finally breaking eye contact with Blaine, Kurt glanced down at his pager.

'Um, it's Dr. St. James. I gotta go,' Kurt said quietly, turning and grabbing the tub. He carried it by the handle outside of the on call room, and then took off at a run down to the ER. Once there, he looked around, panting quietly, and then walking to Jesse's side.
'Hey,' He greeted quietly, and Jesse looked up. He smiled at Kurt.
'Hey. Wes told me that he assigned you to the pit today, so,' He slid a stack of charts Kurt's way, 'Here you are.'
Kurt rolled his eyes. This would probably be how things go now. Wes would assign him the pit, rectal exams, things that would be really boring and terrible. He sighed, 'Alright, um, thanks,' Kurt said quietly, turning and hurrying to the first bed before Jesse could say something else to him.
Kurt began to do a woman who had fallen in the supermarket's stitches, cursing himself quietly as he did, 'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' Kurt whispered to himself.
'I'm... sorry?' the woman asked, raising her eyebrows as she looked down at Kurt.
Kurt glanced up, 'Oh, I'm... sorry. I'm just, talking to myself,' He mumbled, clearing his throat and then continuing the woman's stitches. He finished them up after a few minutes, 'Alright, you're good to go,' He said as he put a large bandage over the stitches, 'You need to return in a week so that we can remove the stitches. Sound good?'
The woman, who still looked skeptical about having Kurt, the crazy kid who talks to himself, as her doctor thanked him and then exited the ER. Kurt sighed, rolling his eyes at himself and then beginning to strip the bed of its sheets. The red and white tub containing the specimen sat near his feet as he began to put new sheets on the bed. A few moments later, a hand was placed on his shoulder and Kurt turned to see Mercedes standing there, smiling at him.
'Hey boo,' She greeted, plopping down on the chair beside the bed in the ER, 'What's up?'
Kurt glanced around, and then looked back at Mercedes. He hadn't told her about him and Blaine, but through working together, they had become best friends. Kurt took a deep breath in through his nose, and then waved Mercedes closer to him, 'I have to tell you something, but you have to keep it a secret. Got it?'
Mercedes' eyes lit up, and she nodded. She was such a gossip, Kurt wondered if he should tell her or not. But he had to. He had to tell someone, 'Okay. You know how Blaine and I hooked that one time?' He whispered, and Mercedes nodded, 'Well, two weeks ago, we did it again, and it was awesome. So we've been doing it a lot, but it's kind of... developed into more than that. We spend the night together, we keep extra clothes and stuff at each others' apartments, but we've never, like, decided what we are. So today, we were in the on-call room, and we were making out, but then...' He let out a sigh, looking around again to make sure no one was eavesdropping. Everyone looked absorbed in their own situations, so he went on, 'Wes walked into the room and caught us. I thought we locked the doors, but we didn't...' He groaned, 'And then Blaine said he could fix it, I wouldn't get fired or in trouble or anything, because he'd talk to the chief. So I told him how stupid that sounded, saying he was fooling around with an intern. But he was like; "I didn't think we were just fooling around" and then I did the stupidest thing ever. I asked what we were.'
Mercedes' eyes were wide throughout the whole story, but they widened even more at the end, 'You didn't,' She whispered slowly, 'No! Kurt, come on!'
Kurt groaned, 'I'm so stupid! I didn't... Everything was going so well, and we didn't have to put a stupid label on it. But now, I pretty much just asked him to label us.'
Mercedes sighed, 'Maybe you can fix it. Go up to him, say... "I don't want to put a label on this relationship. I'm having a good time right now, we don't need to go all into this right-"'
The ER doors were burst open, interrupting Mercedes' statement. A tall man stumbled in, looking disoriented and he had a large blood stain on the front of his pants. As soon as he was almost three feet into the hospital, he fell over on the ground and passed out. Kurt jumped up, grabbing the tub and then he and Mercedes rushed to his side, 'Someone get a gurney over here!' Kurt yelled, and a nurse grabbed one immediately, pushing it to their side. Mercedes and Kurt lifted him onto the gurney, and pushed him into a trauma room.
'Okay, hook him up to an IV,' Kurt told Quinn, the nurse in the room, and she obeyed. Mercedes grabbed a small flashlight, picking it up and lifting the man's eyelids to examine his eyes.
Kurt began to take the man's clothes off to change him into a hospital gown. Once he got his jeans off, Kurt's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, 'Oh, God. Mercedes, look.'

'What do we have?' Wes asked as he met Kurt and Mercedes on the way to bring the man, whose name was George, to the OR.
'Take a look,' Mercedes exclaimed, pointing down at the man and Wes raised his eyebrows. He lifted the sheets of the gurney, pushing the man's hospital gown aside and his eyes widened too.
'Oh, God, okay, someone page the chief. Tell him we got the rapist.'
Mercedes nodded, turning and taking off to the nurse's station. Wes and Kurt pushed George into the OR, where pre-op began. The two scrubbed in in an awkward silence, and Kurt wondered why Wes wasn't yelling at him or lecturing him. He was just completely silent, staring down at his hands as he scrubbed them with a new bar of soap and the water. A few moments later, Jesse, Chief Schuester, and Mercedes joined them in the scrub room.

Jesse, Wes, and the chief talked quietly about the surgery as they scrubbed in, but Kurt and Mercedes remained silent. They tied their surgical masks on and then entered the room, getting to an angle where they could see well but wouldn't be in the way, 'Did Wes say anything?' Mercedes whispered as they stood side by side, Kurt's arms crossed over his chest.
'No. It was awkward. I wish he had yelled at me or at least lectured me or something,' Kurt whispered as the three surgeons entered the room. Jesse got to work, the chief just observing, and Wes assisted. Jesse was working quickly and Kurt watched hid every movement, trying to learn as much as possible.
'Hummel, Jones. Why aren't we trying to reattach the severed penis?'
Mercedes answered before Kurt had the chance to even think too hard about it, 'Teeth don't slice, they tear,' She said, 'You can only reattach if it's a clean cut.'
'Not to mention,' Kurt said, 'The digestive juices didn't leave much of the flesh to work with.'
'Right,' Wes stated as he suctioned up some blood to clear way for Jesse's work, 'So, what do we do?'
'Sew him up,' Mercedes answered.
'Minus a big part of the family jewels,' Kurt added, and the chief chuckled from Kurt's right side.
'And his outlook?' Jesse asked, glancing up at Kurt and Mercedes.
'He'll be urinating out of a bag from now on,' Mercedes stated.
'Not to mention he'll never be able to have sex again,' Kurt said with a smirk on his face.
'What a shame,' Chief Schuester said with a chuckle.
'Real pity,' Wes said just as sarcastically.
'Let's all take a moment to grieve,' Jesse laughed, 'Alright, clamp.'

After the surgery, Kurt was relieved to sign a few forms the police gave him to assure that the penis never left his sight and it was the same specimen they had collected that morning.
He signed them and then handed the tub to the police. His shift was over, but Kurt needed to go and find Blaine. He wandered around a little bit, before peering into Chief Schuester's glass door and seeing Blaine in the chief's office, sitting in a chair and he and Schuester were talking. Kurt's eyes widened and he swore under his breath before hurrying to the intern's locker room to change.

'Listen, I remember what happened to Smith and Coulter when I was in my second year of residency. Coulter was fired since she was jus a doe-eyed little intern and Smith didn't get in trouble since he was your Head of Neuro. I just want you to know about us first hand. If you think it's an inappropriate relationship... I'll take it into consideration, but... I won't stop things just because that's what you want. Just promise me you won't fire him. We met before he started working here.'
Chief Schuester was smiling. It scared Blaine a little, but he figured it couldn't be bad, 'I'm not mad, Blaine. They only reason Coulter was fired was because the tried to keep it a secret. Not to mention she was married. I'm glad you came to me and told me. As long as you're not favoring him in any way, you should be just fine. A smile crossed Blaine's face.
'Thank you so much, Will,' Blaine said gratefully, standing up and then exiting the office. He walked down to the intern's locker room, standing outside until the door opened and Kurt walked out. Blaine grabbed his hand quickly, pulling him into the on call room which was next door.
'Hey!' Kurt protested, but Blaine ignored him. He pressed Kurt against the door as soon as it was shut and then kissed his lips quickly.
'Everything's fine. I told the chief about us and he said as long as you're not in on every one of my surgeries and stuff, we're fine.'
Kurt raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at Blaine, 'What exactly did you tell him we were?'
Blaine smiled, kissing the tip of Kurt's cute, upturned nose, 'I told him the truth. We hadn't defined it completely, but we really care about each other and things are heading in the right direction.'
Kurt smiled softy, but then let out a sigh, 'So does that mean we're... Dating other people and stuff?'
Blaine frowned. He really didn't want Kurt to be with anyone in any romantic situation except with him, 'Um, no. I mean, I would like it to just be the two of us.'
'Doesn't that mean that we're kind of... Official?'
'Um... If you want to be.'
Kurt paused, looking anywhere but at Blaine. They sat in a thick silence before Kurt glanced into Blaine's eyes, 'Okay, fine. Whatever. We're a couple. Don't make a big deal out of it.'
Both of their faces broke out into smiles as they leaned in and gave each other a smooth, sweet kiss.
'Wanna go home? Maybe, finish what we've started three times today?' Kurt asked, a smile on his face, a rare one with his teeth. Blaine nodded, kissing his boyfriend one last time before they exited the room.