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Kurt's POV
A vital word of warning to all: never, EVER sleep in skinny jeans. Ever. When Carrie (as I'd affectionately come to know her) woke me with a hungry cry at five in the morning on Friday, I could barely walk. Hence my advice: sleeping in skinny jeans is a big no-no. Also, it's most likely a good idea not to break your hand. That also hurts. Oh, and sleeping with a newborn in your good arm all night long takes more strength than you'd think. Trust me.
Everyone was still slumped up against each other, sleeping, so I whisked Carrie out of the room to warrant the others more sleep than the four hours I'd gotten. Gillian was perched and perky at the front desk already.
"Kurt!" she whisper-yelled. She'd come to know us all by name since her shift started last night. "How is she?"
"I think she's hungry," I said softly, adjusting her pink flannel blanket. "Quinn isn't up yet, so I figured I'd bring her out here."
Gillian made her way around the admission counter and took Carrie from me.
"Aww… how's our Sweet Caroline doing, huh? You hungry, honey?" she used her free hand to grab a small bottle of infant formula from a bottle warmer. She propped Carrie up in her arms and touched her lips with the tip of the bottle. She took it in her tiny mouth and started sucking eagerly.
"How about you, sweetheart?" she turned to me. "You want some breakfast? I've got muffins, or coffee…"
"Nah, I'm fine," I refused. I was too overwhelmed to eat anyway, after everything that had happened yesterday. I hadn't talked to Finn since our almost-kiss, Rachel was suddenly being pleasant to me, and the long awaited bundle of joy had arrived. Speaking of the bundle of joy, she had finished her bottle in record time. Gillian took a seat in the waiting room to burp Carrie, and motioned for me sit next to her.
"So… do you all live here, or what?" Gillian inquired over Carrie's shoulder.
"No," I crossed my legs and placed my hands over my knee, "we're a Glee Club from Lima, and we were here for the Regional Ohio Choir competition, but we kind of got… detoured."
Gillian laughed. "The best things in life happen unexpectedly, huh?"
"Yeah," I relaxed back in my seat. "I suppose they do."
"Things weren't always this nice between you guys, I'm guessing," Gillian said knowingly.
I chuckled. "You don't know the half of it. Two weeks ago none of us were even talking to each other. Now…" I gestured wordlessly to Carrie.
"Well, as they say 'Love changes everything…'" she sang a line from an old 80s classic I couldn't place. Finn would know what it was. She had a surprisingly nice voice.
"Sure does."
Carrie let out a whimper, and Gillian offered her out to me. "Wanna go see your uncle Kurt? Here you go…"
I gently took her up onto my shoulder, where she wiggled with all of her newborn strength.
I rubbed her back in slow circles as Gillian looked my up and down, arching an eyebrow.
"So, you got a boyfriend, Kurt?"
I did a double take. "Wait… how did you know?"
"How did I know what? That you were gay?"
"Yes!"
Gillian smiled. "I have a finely tuned gaydar. Plus, not every boy could pull of a pair of skinny jeans like you do, Kurt."
I wasn't sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.
"Um… thanks?"
"So… do you? Have a boyfriend?"
"Well… kind of…" I said. "He's not my boyfriend. I don't really know what he is…"
Gillian leaned forward like a gossip-hungry teenage girl. "Ooh! Give me all the juicy details."
Gillian was one of those people who you instantly like. Some people are just easy to talk to, and Gillian was one of them. That was probably why I poured out my whole story to her: my Mom's assurance of love at first sight, my long-time crush on Finn, the song in Glee, the secret admirer, the Wicked tickets, the almost-kiss in the conference room. When I'd finished she leaned back in her seat thoughtfully.
"That's a real pickle you've got yourself in, Kurt."
Carrie squirmed and I transferred her to a cradle-hold. "Any advice?"
"I say go for it," Gillian clapped me on the back. "If you blow this off, you'll be left wondering for the rest of your life if he really was the one. You'll never have a chance at happiness if you don't risk happiness first. Have fun while you're young Kurt! I sure wish I had," she rolled her eyes in reminiscence.
Heaving a sigh, Gillian stood up and wiped her hands on her purple teddy bear scrubs.
"Well, I should be getting home," she said dismissively. "But I'll see all of you later, okay? My next shift starts at three this afternoon."
I quickly calculated the hours in my head.
"Wait… wouldn't that mean you work eighteen hour shifts?"
Gillian gave me an enigmatic half-smile. "Only crazy people work eighteen hour shifts, Kurt. I stayed for you guys. I wanted to make sure you'd all be all right, what with those hard old women that call themselves nurses here! Well, I'll see you at three."
She waved at me as she left the ward, her advice on Finn still ringing loud and clear in my ears.
