So this one started off as me thinking it would be really short. Yeah, not so much...lol.
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Speaking of that, I'm going away for a week on Saturday. I'll probably be able to update Saturday morning, but after that, no updates for a week... :( sorry. I'll still write while i'm out of town, so I won't be so behind anymore :p
OOh! Never Been Kissed is on tonight! I won't be able to watch it until Friday though =/ grrr...
So one of my other friends gave me a Darren-vention today. I told her about my rockin' yellow sunglasses like DC had on the Glee Project and she goes "You might have a serious problem," so I just said, "I know," not really caring and then she goes "Good! The first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one!"
And then I said something like "I knew you were going to give me an intervention, but let me tell you, IT WILL NEVER WORK!"
And then she stopped. Yeah. Never mess with me and Darren Criss!
Ahhh, I love authors notes :D
ONWARD SOLDIERS WITH THE UPDATE. I was too lazy to proofread this one, so just bear with me :p its 7 in the morning, alright? ;)
Blaine walked into the room to find Kurt on the phone. He waved and gave his boyfriend a small smile, who smiled back and put up a finger, telling him to wait a minute.
"Yes, Dad," he said, his voice slightly shaky, "Uh-huh, I understand. Mhmm, love you too. Bye."
Kurt stared at his phone for a few minutes and took a deep breath before setting it down. He turned to face Blaine slowly, and Blaine immediately noticed that something was wrong with him.
"Nice chat with your dad?" Blaine asked him, a sly smile playing on his lips. He knew Kurt was upset about something, and he was just trying to lighten the mood.
Kurt huffed. "I wish," he said.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked concerned.
Kurt took a deep breath. "He called to tell me that I – I have to go…" he mumbled the last part, making it impossible for Blaine to understand.
"Where do you have to go?" Blaine asked. "I couldn't understand that last part."
"Ihavetogotothedentist," Kurt rushed out.
Blaine had heard him, but he just needed to be sure that he'd heard correctly. "One more time?" He urged. "Slower this time."
"I have to go to the dentist," Kurt said, almost excruciatingly slow.
"So?" Blaine wondered, "Everyone has to go to the dentist."
"So," Kurt responded, "I hate the dentist. I have ever since they got fluoride on my favorite shirt and then went on to make my gums bleed."
"Oh come on," Blaine said, "It's not that bad."
"Not for you," Kurt replied, "But I happen to hold the record for how many time a patient can bite the hygienist in one visit."
"Seriously?" Blaine scoffed, "The fearless Kurt Hummel is afraid of the dentist."
Kurt looked down. "I suppose you could say that," he responded stiffly.
Blaine tried to stop himself, he really did, but he burst out laughing. "Ha! – Ohmigod – ha! – I can't believe that – ha! – you're afraid of going to the – ha! – dentist!"
"It's not funny!" Kurt squealed at him.
"No, no I think it is, actually," Blaine responded in between laughs. "It's quite funny."
"Blainee," Kurt whined, "I'm genuinely upset about this!"
That caused Blaine's laughs to immediately cease. He looked at his boyfriend and noticed that his forehead was scrunched up and that his eyes were starting to water.
"Ohh, Kurtie," Blaine cooed as he wrapped his arms around Kurt, "It's okay. They're just going to clean your teeth. It won't hurt at all."
Kurt shook his head spastically and leant into Blaine's touch. "I can't do it," he whispered, "I can't."
Blaine gazed down at his boyfriend. He'd never seen Kurt look so – so terrified before. This was a side of Kurt that was completely new to him. And he found it slightly attractive.
Who would have thought that insecure Kurt would turn him on?
"Kurt," Blaine whispered into the boy's ear, trying extremely hard to keep his voice soothing, "You'll be fine. You're brave – heck – you're one of the bravest people I know. You can get through one measly dentist appointment."
"I don't think I can," Kurt responded, "Last time I went I nearly bit the dentist's finger off, and then my dad's hand nearly fell off from lack of circulation."
"You can," Blaine whispered, letting some of the sultriness seep into his voice, "I believe that you can."
Kurt gazed up at him and noticed that his honey-hazel eyes had darkened somewhat. And if Kurt didn't know better, he'd say that it was out of lust.
Lust? Kurt thought, Is he attracted to me in this state?
Well, he'd just have to find out, now wouldn't he?
"Blaine," Kurt said, forcing his voice to crack, "I can't handle this by myself."
He knew that Blaine would immediately go for that. Kurt wasn't one to ask for help, and when he did Blaine was always up for it.
"You don't have to!" Blaine rushed. "I'll go with you!"
"You will?" Kurt sniffled. "You don't have to do that. I could bring my dad, or Finn –"
"I want to," Blaine stated quickly, "I want to be the one there for you."
Kurt smiled sheepishly at him, and he knew that Blaine was definitely turned on by his insecurities. Granted, he didn't have many of them, but he'd have to remember this for the future.
"Alright," Kurt said, "The appointments tomorrow at 3 o'clock."
"My schedule's clear," Blaine responded immediately.
Kurt raised his eyebrow in confusion. "You didn't even check," he said.
Blaine nodded. "Even if it's not clear, I'm still coming with you."
"Blaine, you don't have to cancel you plans for –"
"Don't argue with me," Blaine interrupted him, "I'm coming with you, end of story."
That night, Kurt was lying in his bed, trying to sleep. This always happened the night before he went to the dentist. He never got any sleep, and then the next morning he'd look like a wreck all day, causing the dentist to worry about not only his teeth, but his sanity as well.
He just hoped that Blaine wouldn't notice his troubles. He kept as still as possible and made his breathing slow and steady, to give off the appearance that he was asleep.
Blaine mozied through his nightly routine of shower, pajamas, teeth, hair, and was climbing into bed.
Kurt had almost gotten away with it. He was almost in the clear.
And then he had to go and sneeze.
Blaine immediately shot out of bed, even though he hadn't been fully in it. He kneeled next to Kurt's bed and put a strong, firm hand on Kurt's back.
"Kurt?" He said soothingly, "Are you awake? I thought you were sleeping."
Kurt didn't respond.
"I know you're awake," he stated after a few moments of silence.
Kurt sighed and flipped over so that he was facing Blaine. Blaine's face was closer than he'd expected, but he wasn't complaining about that. What he was complaining about, however, was that he'd just been caught pretending to sleep by his overprotective, overly concerned boyfriend.
"Were you pretending to sleep?" Blaine asked Kurt.
Kurt let out a small nod but didn't say anything.
"Why?" Blaine asked him.
Kurt took a deep breath and grabbed one of Blaine's hands in both of his. "This always happens before I go to the dentist," he whispered.
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine soothed, "Is it really that bad? I thought you were exaggerating."
"No," Kurt responded, looking down at his comforter, "It really is that bad. Sometimes it even gives me nightmares afterwards."
Blaine shifted Kurt over in his bed so that there was room for him to slide in next to him. He leaned his head back against Kurt's pillow and wrapped his strong, protective arms around the younger boy.
Kurt relaxed against Blaine, noticing that just his presence was making him calmer. Blaine's hands were rubbing circles against his back, and Kurt sighed softly.
"Better?" Blaine asked him quietly, an amused expression on his face.
"Much," Kurt mumbled as he became drowsier and drowsier.
Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt's forehead. "Get some sleep," Blaine whispered in his ear, "It'll make you feel better."
Kurt nodded and yawned, enjoying the fact that Blaine's breath was tickling against his ear. "Mmkay," he said sleepily, before drifting into a deep slumber.
The next morning, Kurt woke up groggy and couldn't really remember anything from the night before. He stretched his arms and was somewhat surprised when one came in contact with something else in his bed. Kurt lifted his head in confusion and saw that Blaine was in bed next to him, his arms wrapped around Kurt's waist.
When did he get there? Kurt wondered, trying to recall memories through his groggy, sleep filled brain. He panicked for a moment and quickly checked to make sure that they were both still clothed.
Thankfully, they still were.
Why is he here? Kurt thought. Once he became a little more conscious, he started to replay the events of yesterday in his mind. Friday, school, Warblers, phone call with Dad, dentist appointment –
Ah. That was it. The previous day's memories came flooding back to Kurt. He cringed and closed his eyes, wishing that the day would just go by without him.
Kurt hadn't been to the dentist in a few years, and he knew it was because his dad never wanted to take him. It wasn't that he didn't worry about Kurt's health, it was more about the fact that he couldn't stand seeing his son in such a distraught state.
His mom had always taken him to the dentist. Always. He hadn't liked going with her either, but he went with only a little fuss. Now that she was gone, it added to his dentist hatred even more.
But he didn't feel ready to tell Blaine that. He figured Blaine would think it was a silly reason to not want to go to the dentist.
He unintentionally groaned, which caused Blaine to stir in his sleep and wrap his arms around Kurt even tighter. Lucky for them it was Saturday, so they wouldn't have to wake up for a while.
Although since Kurt knew what was occurring at 3:00 PM today, he wasn't sure that he ever wanted to wake up. He could just sleep all day, pretending not to know what time it was.
But he was awake, and he knew Blaine would be too soon.
About an hour later, Blaine began to stir. He yawned and opened his eyes slowly, the first thing he noticed being that Kurt was no longer in bed next to him.
He abruptly propped up and scanned the room, finding Kurt at his computer.
"Good morning," Blaine said as he stifled a yawn.
Kurt turned his head a fraction so that he could see Blaine. "I guess," he said.
Blaine sighed and got out of bed, going to sit on Kurt's lap. He dropped himself down on him, resulting in a "umph" from Kurt.
"Hi," Blaine smiled at him, using his adorable 'love me' voice that Kurt couldn't resist.
"Blaine," Kurt groaned, "You're bigger than you look!"
"Hey!" Blaine whined.
Kurt chuckled and Blaine shifted his weight around so that he wasn't crushing Kurt as much. Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, causing him to run his fingers through the curly nest of bedhead.
Kurt was momentarily distracted, but he quickly remembered what he had been upset about only a few moments before. He let out a small whimper and buried his head into Blaine's shoulder.
"Hey," Blaine soothed, caressing Kurt's cheek, "It's going to be alright. I'm going to be right there next to you the whole time."
"I don't want you to see me like that," Kurt mumbled against the crook in his neck.
Blaine let out a small chuckle. "I think I can handle it," he whispered into his boyfriend's ear, "And besides, seeing someone at their worst brings two people closer, right?"
"Sure," Kurt responded.
Blaine got up and kneeled in front of Kurt so that he could look the younger boy in the eyes. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you," he said as he kissed Kurt's hands.
"I know," Kurt whispered, gazing into Blaine's hazel eyes.
In the waiting room, Kurt was had a death grip on Blaine's hand.
"Woah," he said as he felt his fingers go numb, "Can you ease up a little there? I kind of need these to play the guitar with."
Kurt loosened his grip a slight enough, much to Blaine's relief. Kurt was extremely pale, and his forehead was glistening with nervous sweat. Blaine could hear him whimper quietly every now and then.
"Kurt Hummel?" The receptionist called out to the room. Blaine abruptly stood up and dragged Kurt to his feet.
"Come on," Blaine urged once he realized that Kurt wasn't going to move willingly, "The sooner you get in there, the sooner it's over with."
Kurt nodded his head slightly and began to trail behind Blaine, never letting go of his extremely numb hand.
They were led into a back room, where they were met by a friendly hygienist. "Hi, Kurt," she greeted the frightened boy, "Nice to see you again. I see you haven't changed since last time we saw you."
Translation: You're still deathly afraid of the dentist and I just want to get this over with.
"Oh good," she said once she noticed Blaine, "You brought someone with you. I think your dad was going to have a heart attack last time he was here."
Blaine saw Kurt cringe when the woman said 'heart attack,' but she couldn't have known about Burt. He was pretty sure that Kurt would still add that as one of the reasons he hates dentists.
Blaine led Kurt to the seat and eased him into it gently. He quickly pulled up a stool and grabbed Kurt's hand before the frightened boy could begin freaking out. Blaine saw his fingers turn white within 30 seconds. He sighed but didn't say anything. He knew that this was what Kurt needed.
"Alright, Kurt," the hygienist, whose name tag said that her name was Nicole, "Just open wide and we'll get started."
Kurt opened his mouth a centimeter, pinching his eyes closed.
"Come on, Kurt," Nicole urged, "A little wider, please."
Kurt shook his head and kept his mouth as it was.
Blaine knew that he needed to do something. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kurt's ear. He glanced up at the hygienist, who seemed to care less about what they were doing.
"Kurt," he whispered, knowing full well that his breath was blowing on Kurt's ear, "You're your mouth wide like you do when your singing."
Kurt shivered as he felt Blaine's breath on his ear and did what he said.
"Good," Nicole praised him, giving Blaine an appreciative glance. He gave her a curt nod, and she quickly began her work before Kurt could close his mouth again.
As she finished scraping the crud off Kurt's teeth, she got the polisher out and turned it on. Kurt's eyes squeezed together even tighter, and his grip on Blaine became even harder. Kurt knew that tears were falling out of his eyes, but he couldn't care less right now.
"Oh, no," Blaine moaned, "Don't cry. No crying. No. Stop. I can't handle it when you cry."
Even though Kurt knew what Blaine was like when he was crying, he couldn't stop himself. The tears made their way out of the corner of his closed eyes.
"Kurt," Blaine groaned, "Open your mouth again so she can finish up, okay?"
Kurt did so, but the tears still flowed freely out of his pinched eyes.
"Alright," Nicole said once she finished up, "I'm all done with you. I'll go get the dentist and he'll check your teeth and then you're free to leave."
Blaine nodded and thanked her, and she made her way out of the room.
"Good job," he said to Kurt as he placed a kiss on his temple, "You did so well. I'm so proud of you."
Kurt peeked out of his eyes at Blaine, who was beaming down at him. He leaned up and touched his lips to his, letting them linger. They stayed like that until they heard the knock on the door and quickly pulled away as the dentist came in.
"Why hello Kurt," he said, "I see you brought a friend with you this time."
Kurt nodded but didn't say anything.
Blaine, knowing that the dentist wanted to be introduced, took action. "I'm Blaine," he said holding out his hand, "I came for moral support."
He chuckled. "Well you've done a fantastic job," he said, "Because that's the best Kurt's ever done."
Blaine grinned at him and then at Kurt, who had closed his eyes shut again.
"Okay, Kurt. Can you open your mouth so I can see your pearly whites?"
Kurt opened his mouth without hesitation this time. He looked around and poked a few times. "Well, you have exceptional teeth," he said, "You must do a fantastic brushing job."
Kurt nodded slightly, still not opening his eyes.
The dentist took another look and then peeled off his latex gloves. "Well, your all set for today, Kurt," he said, "You can leave now."
Kurt jumped up, grabbed Blaine's hand, and bolted out of the room.
Once they were in the car, Kurt crawled onto Blaine's lap and laced his fingers around his neck. "Thank you for coming with me," he said.
Blaine grinned. "It was my pleasure. I'll come every time now."
"Good," Kurt said as he kissed Blaine's neck, "It makes it easier."
Blaine didn't respond, instead capturing Kurt's lips with his own, deciding that they were doing way to much talking.
falksflkewjkjwkj SCARED!DISTRAUGHT!KURT
I love it! We never see enough of that!
This one is, sadly, based off of my deathly fear of the doctors :( theres actually terminology for it: Iatrophobia.
Hello, my name is Klainebowsgalore, and I am an Iatrophobic.
Everyone else: Hello Klainebowsgalore!
Yes...I sadly probably do need Iatrophobics anonymous.
And no, i didn't know the word Iatrophobic off the top of my head. I looked it up a while ago.
REVIEW! For the love of Darren Criss and Chris Colfer and all else that is gorgeous, REVIEW!