Hello lovely readers! I come bearing a new chapter. I don't like all the breaks, but I didn't want to linger on Blaine being all broken anymore. It speeds through Blaine's Winter Break.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. However, I own a Dalton hoodie, which is good enough for me.
"You took down your Christmas tree already?" Blaine asked, stopping in the main hall of Wes' home. It was only three days after the holiday, which meant that Blaine wasn't even thinking about undecorating his home that was still decked out in twinkle lights and little Christmas trinkets.
"Blaine, you know that my mom doesn't like to linger on holidays," Wes chided his friend, who seemed to forget that not everyone loves the magical feeling of the holiday season.
"I'm surprised it wasn't down on Christmas night," David joked as the three of them climbed the stairs to Wes' bedroom. It was the only room where they wouldn't be bothered to watch their weekly Friday movie.
"So, Mama Anderson told me that you're turning into a dancer," Wes said, as he belly flopped onto his bed.
"Blaine Anderson, our friend, the dancer," David gushed, clutching his hands together against his chest with a swoon worthy look directed at Blaine.
"Is it like our two-step?" Wes said, quickly popping back off his bed to demonstrate the Warblers best moves.
"A two-step isn't a type of dance, Wesley," Blaine laughed, remembering when Kurt said those exact words. It seemed like so long ago at this point.
"Then, what do you do?" Wes challenged his friend, as David quickly latched onto the idea with a taunting, "Yeah, Blaine, show us."
"I'm still injured," Blaine said before sticking his tongue out at his two friends, even though he thought that he was healing nicely. It had been nearly four weeks since the incident that he was doing his absolute best to forget about because things were just better for him that way, even though Emma, his therapist, told him that he shouldn't bottle it all up.
"So, your boyfriend hasn't taught you any moves yet?" Wes asked with a quirked head, as he clambered back onto his bed.
"Oh, I bet he's taught Blaine moves, just none that he can show us," David picked up on Wes' joke before Blaine could even splutter out that he didn't have a boyfriend.
Wes and David shared a high five, as a mortified Blaine joined them on Wes' bed for a movie. Blaine could only hope for one thing to remain constant and that would be for Friday movie nights with Wes and David. It was a place of sanction during all of the Hamilton tormenting. He could only hope that it would stay the same through his parent's messy split.
"Blainers, you pick the movie this time," Wes said, tossing the remote over in Blaine's direction, who winced as it made a light impact with his chest, "I'm sorry Blaine. I shouldn't –"
"It's fine," Blaine said, taking a few experimental breaths to make sure that he wasn't reinjuring any ribs, once he was sure that the remote didn't cause any damage he asked, "And, any movie?"
"If they have it On Demand, you can pick it," Wes said with an affirmative nod, as Blaine began going through the different menus. He clicked on a movie selection that made Wes roll his eyes.
"Mulan? Really Blaine?" David asked, as if he was questioning his friend's sanity.
"You said anything," Blaine happily rebutted, setting the remote aside as the old Disney castle lit up. It was like reliving the magic each time he turned on one of these damned movies.
"We will not sing along with you," David said, as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Because we are done fueling your childish antics," Wes said with a smirk that meant he really didn't mean it. They never did.
By the end of the movie, all three of them were bouncing around the room and belting True to Your Heart as the credits rolled. All in all, it was a perfect Friday night in Blaine's eyes.
The waiting room in the doctor's office always felt like a place that Blaine would rather not be associated with. It was painted a sterile white with an attempt at making it feel homey through stock photos and an arrangement of magazines from 2007. It didn't help that he was surrounded by sick people who were coughing, sneezing, and looking down right miserable. Blaine wasn't made to sit here for a half an hour, especially since it was a beautiful Monday morning on his Winter Break. It was unjust.
"Anderson, Blaine," A nameless nurse called from the door to the actual offices. Blaine felt a sigh of relief, as he stood up with his mother. They followed the nurse in Scooby Doo scrubs to a room, where she began taking Blaine's vitals.
It was comforting that she wasn't trying to make small talk while she recorded Blaine's height because it was entirely too early to have one hundred percent charm. She then took his weight, and ushered him onto the crinkly paper to take his blood pressure. She murmured good words to Ella, before promising that Dr. Davis would be in with them in a minute.
Dr. Davis entered exactly six minutes after the nurse left with a pen tucked behind his ear that he quickly uncapped to go through Blaine's charts. Blaine had been seeing Dr. Davis since he could remember and the only thing that changed was the growing abundance of gray hairs each time. He wondered while going through Hamilton if his demeanor hardly changed, only the loss of his baby fat cheeks and his lengthy curls.
"Hello Blaine," Dr. Davis whirled around with a smile, after reviewing the notes and charts, "We're just here for a checkup and letter of clearance, right?"
Blaine bashfully looked to Ella, "Yes, he's applied to McKinley Dance Academy" – Dr. Davis gave Blaine a mixed look of shock and pride – "And, he needs to be cleared in order to dance."
"Well, let's have a look see then," Dr. Davis said, instantly starting with checking Blaine's pulse and then lungs, which turned up good, as usual, "Can I see the stitch site from the appendectomy?"
Blaine nodded, before shyly tugging his shirt up to reveal a few small scars. Dr. Davis mumbled praise, as he poked and prodded around the scars, "I think that healed just fine."
It was one giant check towards Blaine actually starting to learn how to dance, so he could attend McKinley. It gave him hope that the rest of the appointment would go just as swimmingly.
"Let me just make sure that radiology is ready for you," Dr. Davis said, before walking out of the room with his white lab coat swishing behind him. The door closed, as Ella gave Blaine a thumbs up.
"You're doing good, sweetie," Ella said with a huge smile directed towards her son.
"Do you think I'll get a clean bill of healthy?" Blaine asked, not even giving his mom time to reply as he continued to babble, "Because Kurt has all these ideas for my audition and I think it's driving him insane with this dance just bouncing around in his head. I want to know what it will look like, but he doesn't want to show me because of expectations or something. And, I just want –"
"I'm sure that no matter what happens today that Kurt will not go insane with this dance bottled up inside of him. He's used to this sort of thing. And, you need to not get all worked up over this. Focus on getting better first, Blaine," Ella firmly cut off Blaine's rant, making him flush from getting so worked up before.
"Blaine, they're all ready for you in radiology," Dr. Davis said, propping the door open, "We're going to X-ray those ribs, check on your concussion, review the X-rays, and see how fit you are to proceed with dance."
"Be right back," Blaine said to Ella, nearly bouncing off the table with the crinkly paper as he followed Dr. Davis down the hallway.
Blaine bounded up the steps, taking two at a time, before whipping out his phone once he reached the comfort of his room. He paced while it rang absently in his ear. Then, he almost yelped in excitement when Kurt's tinny voice was finally saying hello.
"When are you free?" Blaine excitedly said with a broad smile that was threatening to spilt his face in half.
"For what?" Kurt asked, as Blaine rolled his eyes.
"To dance," Blaine simply said, before spilling his good news, "Dr. Davis gave me the okay for light dance activities. He just said to take it slow and stop whenever my ribs or head start to ache."
Blaine waited a second for Kurt's reply, which never came, so he reiterated, "When are you free?"
"Saturday," Kurt affirmatively said, "You better be flexible and ready to learn."
"Aye aye, Captain," Blaine grinned with a little salute that Kurt couldn't even see. However, Kurt heard the words and promptly rolled his eyes at Blaine's silliness.
"You're ridiculous," Kurt laughed, as the conversation fell to a comfortable lull, "I'm not joking Blaine, you better be stretchy."
Blaine could just hear Santana purring out a wanky just for Kurt's comment alone. The thought made him blush that spread from his hairline to his chest.
"You know, I could be stretching right now if I wasn't on the phone with somebody," Blaine sing-songed into the phone.
"Goodbye, Blaine," Kurt affectionately said, as Blaine echoed a goodbye to Kurt and pressed the END button.
It took one glance in the mirror to realize that he probably should stretch in preparation for Saturday. So, Blaine sunk to the floor and began doing the leg stretches that Kurt had taught him. He held them until his muscles were aching and shaking from being properly stretched.
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