A/N: Sorry about the wait.

Chapter 5: Burt

I waited not so patiently to see Elizabeth again. I think I have whiplash from all the times that I've thought I heard her voice and spun to see if it was her, only to be left disappointed and with a sore neck. I finally saw her a few days later. Unfortunately, the circumstances weren't the best.

Working in a place with a lot of big, complex machinery can mean that injures are always a possibilities. That's why I found myself sitting in a Emergency waiting room at the hospital with a gash in my arm that would probably need stitches. I cursed the day I'd ever started working at that stupid shop.

I'd been waiting for a doctor to treat me for almost an hour and being very impatient. I tried to remember what my mom used to tell me when I in football and had to be taken to the ER at least once a week: "Remember, the longer it takes, the more people who are sicker than you are getting helped. Be glad the doctors don't have to see you right away."

It's probably one of the best pieces of advice I'd ever received but never actually helped when I was in the hospital and couldn't even get any Tylenol.

"Burt Hummel?" a nurse in baby blue scrubs called from the door.

I stood up quickly, holding a towel to my still bleeding arm. I followed the nurse to an examining room. I sat on the edge of the examining table.

"A doctor will be here to see you in a few minutes," the nurse said before abruptly existing the room.

I sat in the cold room, empty expect for lots of painful looking medical equipment, and tried to ignore the disgusting posters on the walls.

A quiet knock on the door announced the doctor's arrival. I let out a sigh of relief. Finally. I was a pretty tough guy and even I would admit the injury on my arm hurt like a bitch.

I looked up at my doctor to see perhaps the last person I'd like to see in this situation: Elizabeth. She hadn't yet seen me, she was writing vigorously on her clip board. When she looked up and saw me, she didn't even bat an eye.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel. What seems to be the problem today?" she said, walking over to me and removing my bloodied towel from my arm.

What the hell? Mr. Hummel? Yeah sure I'd screwed up and I was her patient but what was with all the formalities?

"I had a slight accident in the shop," I said.

She raised her eyebrows at me. "Oh? Define 'slight accident' please."

I sighed. "I was working with some sharp tools, I accidentally dropped one, and it got me."

I decided not to mention the reason I dropped the tool in the first place was because I thought I saw her outside the shop window.

"I'm sorry to hear that. This is going to need stitches," she said, confirming my fear. Well, not really fear. I don't have a fear of needles and even if I did- Shut up, shut up, shut up!

"I am going to give you a dose of local anesthetic in the form of a shot to numb your arm and then I'll be good to sew you up," Elizabeth said, showing me the shot.

I nodded, feeling a little nauseous. Blood and guts, I could handle but there was just something about stitches and needles that made me queasy.

Surprisingly, when the shot was given I barely even flinched. It might have had something to do with the fact that Elizabeth was holding my arm. I really needed to get a life.

She started with the stitches and I had to look away because...gross. It felt kind of weird but in an almost good way. I think my brain was starting to go a little loopy because that had to be the only explanation for what I said next.

"I missed you."

What? Where did that come from? Maybe she didn't hear me. Oh well duh she heard me. Elizabeth's hands stopped moving and she seemed frozen for a moment. I knew I'd said the wrong thing again. Damn it! Why do I have to keep on messing up?

I was trying to think of something to say to explain the idiocy of what I'd just said but Elizabeth was already talking.

"Why would you miss me? After all we barely know each other," she said.

I don't know, I've been asking myself this question since I met you, I thought.

Instead of saying that, I shrugged and said, "I don't really know. I just thought that maybe we could get to know each other more."

Elizabeth wasn't looking at me and I could tell she was still pissed from what I'd said a few days ago.

"Look, I know I messed up-"

"Yes. You. Did." Elizabeth said through gritted teeth, jerking the thread up a little harder than necessary, making my skin pull painfully.

"Ouch!" I yelped and Elizabeth bit back laughter. I could tell she was enjoying this.

"Anyway, I'm sorry," I said, sincerely.

She sighed. "How am I supposed to know that you're sorry?" she asked, finishing up the stitches, cutting off the extra thread and taking off her latex gloves.

"If you want us to 'get to know each other'," she said, adding air quotes and making me blush, I wasn't as subtle with my feelings as I thought, "then how am I supposed to know you mean what you say?"

"Let me take you on a date and prove to you I'm not a jerk!" I blurted out and then fought off the urge to face palm because...Seriously?

She seemed to think about it for a moment. "Fine," she said, and I felt like doing a little victory dance until she continued. "You can pick me up at six. Here's my number." She handed me a business card with her own seven digits written across the back. "We can go to that new place, Breadstixs, but we're going Dutch."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

She smiled a little. "It means splitting the bill, dumbass."

Remind me why I like this girl again? I nodded, maybe a little too eagerly and she laughed at me a little and opened the door for me.

"That is all, Mr. Hummel," she said, snapping back into formal doctor mode.

"Why thank you Miss Davis," I replied and I tipped my baseball cap to her. She rolled her eyes but I could also see her smiling so I think that's good. Aw man, wait until I tell Jake about this!

A/N: I have no idea what I was talking about with all the medical stuff, everything I talked about was from google.

Peace, Love, Glee

Julez