"I don't see why I needed to come," Kurt grumbled. He'd fought his dad all morning about going to the doctor, but he lost the battle. I'm not even sick. Why should I have to come here? It was a well-known fact Kurt wasn't fond of doctors, hospitals, needles, or anything related.

"You have to get a check up and a physical," his dad told him for the millionth time. "It's routine. They do this all the time. Sometimes you have to go to the doctor even when you're not sick." Kurt huffed and crossed his legs in the uncomfortable waiting room chair. Little kids played on the floor in front of him with Legos that were probably crawling with germs. He didn't dare touch one of the magazines on the table next to him. If he wasn't sick then, he probably would catch something from just being in the cramped waiting room with coughing babies and sick children.

"Kurt Hummel," a nurse called out. She was wearing scrubs with Mickey Mouse on them. The worst part about going to the doctor was that he still had to go to the pediatrician. He was sixteen and a half, that ought to be old enough to go to a regular doctor.

The nurse weighed him and checked his height. He'd gained five pounds in the last year. He was going to have to lay off the cheesecake at Breadstix. She took him into an exam room and checked his ears and eyes and throat. It was going better than he expected, so far. With any luck he could get out of there without needing any shots.

Once the doctor came in he listened to his heart and lungs, and hit his knee with his little hammer. Kurt always hated getting his blood pressure checked. He hated the tight feeling of the cuff around his arm and it made him uncomfortable. The doctor said his blood pressure was low, but that it wasn't a problem. His temperature was normal, along with everything else. Kurt was eager to get going, but then the doctor gave them the news: he needed multiple vaccines, as well as a routine blood test.

Kurt hopped off the table and was about to walk out, but his dad stopped him.

"Sit back down right now," he told him. Kurt rolled his eyes and obeyed.

"There's no need to worry, Mr. Hummel. You're in good health, and once we get this done you can be on your way. We're going to draw some blood first, and Rachael down the hall will do that. It looks like you need a tetanus shot, as well as the flu, HPV, and meningitis vaccine," the doctor informed him.

That meant four needles. That was four too many for Kurt. He could barely handle one without having a breakdown. His dad clapped him on the shoulder reassuringly, and the doctor took them down the hall to where a nurse was waiting to take his blood.

"Can I lie down?" he asked her sheepishly, staying close to his dad.

"Sure, sweetheart." She had him sit down and then reclined the chair until he was nearly flat. "How's that?"

"Great," he mumbled. He reached for his dad's hand and squeezed it tightly, even though she hadn't done anything yet.

"Kurt, it's okay," his dad said. "Just breathe. We can go home soon. It's just a little stick, and then it's over." The nurse wrapped a band around his bicep and made him hold his elbow still.

"This shouldn't take long at all, honey," she assured him. "You'll feel a small pinch for one second, and then it shouldn't hurt." Kurt turned his head to the side and squeezed his hands hand even tighter, if that was possible. He felt the needle and tried to pull away from it, but the nurse and his dad were holding him.

"No," he pleaded, trying to get all the hands off of him. His eyes were shut tight and it still hurt. "Let go of me!" he felt his dad's arm across his shoulders, and he couldn't move at all.

"Sit still," he said quietly, right in his ear. "You're doing fine. She's almost done." Kurt whined in pain and dared to open his eyes. She had a tube of blood in her hand. She had taken a lot. Apparently his dad saw the look on his face right then.

"Kurt, close your eyes," he ordered. Kurt felt lightheaded, and he buried his face in his dad's shirt. "It's okay, buddy." He felt the needle slide out of his arm and a bandage was taped over his elbow. Kurt sagged in his dad's arms, relieved it was over.

"No more," he pleaded, hanging onto the collar of his shirt. His dad sat him up and patted him on the back. Before he had a chance to do anything, the nurse pulled up the sleeve of his shirt and started cleaning off his arm. He knew the shots were up next. "No more, Dad. I want to go home."

"We will, we're going home after this, I promise." Kurt clung to his dad like a sloth to a tree. He didn't dare let go. He let out a cry as each of the needles stuck him, and by the time it was over his arm felt numb. She nurse put band-aids to cover up where he had bled from the pinpricks, and then she rolled his sleeve down.

"You're all done," the woman said happily. Kurt knew she was probably glad to be done with him. "Your arm will probably be a little sore in the morning, but it'll go back to normal in a day or so." Great.

His dad helped him get to his feet, and then they signed out at the front desk. Kurt felt like crap, and he remembered why he hated going to the doctor so much. He was going to have to find a way of getting out of going next time.

Author's Notes:

Wow okay the person that prompted this did so like an eternity ago, and I just now posted it. I'm so sorry, dear reader. You know who you are.

I posted one kind of similar to this like chapter 17 or 18 or something... anyway, Kurt goes to the doctor with Blaine and he gets his blood drawn and it's not pretty. Ugh, poor Kurt.

Oh, and hey, I posted a oneshot! It's cutesy and fluffy and has Burt and Elizabeth (the name I chose for Kurt's mom) and itty bitty baby Kurt in it!