'Hey, buddy.' Burt greeted his son whilst sitting on the worn chair at his bedside. 'I just spoke to the doctor and he said you should be good to go in a few days.' Burt's hopeful eyes beamed at him and one hand rested comfortably in Kurt's.

'It's about time, I've been here forever,' Kurt complained.

'Well, the doctors just want to be on the safe side.'

'Yeah, yeah. Did you bring what I asked for?' He asked, brushing off his dad's comment.

His eyes lit up brighter than a Christmas tree when Burt brought out the latest issue of Vogue. He suppressed a squeal but his features gave away his rapture.

'Oh my God, thank you dad. You don't know how much pain I've been in knowing there's a new issue and I was yet to read it.'

'Anything for you buddy,' he smiled, squeezing Kurt's hand.

After a quick phone call, Burt bid Kurt farewell and headed to the shop to sort out an emergency.

Kurt had been cooped in this hospital for so long he'd almost forgotten what coffee tastes like. He decided to take his magazine and drink it in the cafeteria.

He made his way down the deserted hallway, clad in his pyjamas and a robe, until he reached a large room filled with white tables and chairs. Everything was so clinical and sterile looking it made him feel slightly nauseous.

The cafeteria was almost empty. Kurt joined a small queue on the far wall. The only people who seemed to be there were staff. It made Kurt quite uncomfortable; was he not meant to be in here?

It was his turn to order and he soon had his fingers wrapped around a hot cup of coffee. He turned around, ready to choose a seat in this large venue, and collided into a young man. Brown liquid stained his pale hands and clothing and puddle at his feet.

'Oh my God,' the man said, assessing the damage. 'I am so sorry.' He rushed over to the till and returned with handfuls of napkins and quickly mopped up the mess. 'Can you ever forgive me?' He asked with a seductively exotic accent that sent shivers down Kurt's spine.

'Oh, um, it's really not a big deal,' Kurt reasoned as his hands still clutched at the soggy paper cup.

'Are you kidding? I almost destroyed your bunny rabbit slippers! Now that would be a crime in itself.'

Kurt's cheeks were engulfed in heat and he let out a shy smile as he stared at his fluffy white rabbit-y feet.

'At least let me buy you another one,' he requested, already at the till.

'I'll have a Medium drip and,' he said to the elderly lady on the till before turning to Kurt. 'And what would you like Peter Rabbit?'

Kurt turned around, amused and embarrassed by his new nickname, 'a Grande non-fat Mocha.'

'Excellent,' he replied, turning back to the impatient lady. 'And a Grande non-fat Mocha too please my love.'

'Yep, I got it handsome,' she spoke with a bitter tone.

He handed her the money and returned to Kurt with two freshly made drinks.

'Here you go,' he said, handing Kurt a new drink and guiding him to a table. 'Do you mind if I join you?'

'No, not at all,' Kurt responded, swallowing hard as he finally gave this mysterious man a once over before they sat. His eyes widened at what he saw; the young man was, in a word, beautiful. He was gorgeous; he was everything Kurt had ever wanted in a guy – give or take a few inches. Kurt ogled his every feature: his dark, gel-thick hair; his tight jeans; his checked shirt and sweater vest; his tanned skin; his flawless smile and gleaming teeth; his accent. Kurt swooned with every look.

'So, what's your name? Don't tell me it's Peter?' He mocked as a delectable smile crept across his face.

'It's Kurt, sorry to disappoint you,' he retorted with a smile, taking a sip of his first hospital coffee.

'That is a shame, but Kurt is a nice name too. I'm Blaine.'

'It's nice to meet you Blaine.' His eyes were fixed on Blaine, memorising his every feature and expression.

'Likewise.'

'What accent is that?' Kurt questioned. It had been bugging him since their little encounter; it was on the tip of his tongue but for some reason the answer escaped him.

Blaine laughed slightly before taking a quick sip of coffee. 'I'm from Britain,' he replied, watching Kurt's reaction.

Oh my God, he's gorgeous and British. What have I done to deserve this? Kurt internally screamed.

'Ohh. Of course. I should've known. I've seen Xmen: First Class like 72 times.'

Blaine cocked an eyebrow.

'Have you never seen it?' Kurt grilled him with shocked eyes and parted lips.

'Um, no? I've only just moved here, I haven't had much time for films or anything like that. I've only just started at my new school a week ago.'

'School? I thought you had to pass a shed load of exams to become a doctor? Why would you go back?' He asked Blaine with curiosity laced in his words.

He chuckled, yet the amusement escaped Kurt. 'I'm not a doctor, Kurt. I'm only 18. I'm a Youth Volunteer.'

'Oh,' Kurt's cheeks were inflamed once more. He could feel his veins burning like hot lava beneath his pale skin. 'I guess that explains why you're not wearing those sexy doctor uniforms.'

'Give it time,' he winked at Kurt.

Kurt's entire body seized up; the image of Blaine in a doctor's uniform was too much to think about this early in the morning. He looked away, willing his heart rate to subside.

'How come you're here anyway? You don't exactly look like you belong?' Blaine inquired with coffee stained lips.

'Oh, um, it's nothing. I just, fell off my bike…' Kurt lied as his eyes darted across his coffee cup – he was an awful liar. There was no way he could lie to someone's face; he could not look them in the eye and deceive them the way he's seen countless people do.

Luckily, Blaine did not pick up on Kurt's tell. 'Oh right, I'm sorry to hear that. Did the bike make it out okay?'

'Oh, no... She's a goner, unfortunately.' He was still staring at the plastic lid of his coffee, refusing to look up in case Blaine saw the truth in his eyes.

Blaine frowned at Kurt's response. His hazel eyes saddened and his smile faded.

'I, um, I better be off. I've got to go check on some patients before Dr Farberry gets in.' The devilishly handsome Brit stood, coffee in hand. 'I'll see you around Kurt.'

'I'm counting on it,' he whispered once Blaine was out of earshot.

Kurt watched as he disappeared down the hallway. His eyes ached with every step Blaine took and his heart beat never faltered.

Is this what love feels like?