Hey guys! Sorry for the super late update but I'm on vacation and we have really spotty Internet connection. I've tried uploading this a few times, and hopefully it works now. This chapter isn't super long, but the next one should be longer.
Kurt was surprised to be getting a call so quickly after being at the station, but nonetheless he nudged Blaine's head off his shoulder and told the Sergeant to hold on a moment. He covered the mouthpiece and gave Blaine a slight glare, "I told you not to fall asleep again, and Sergeant Collins is on the phone."
Blaine quickly apologized to Kurt and then took the phone from him, "Hello Sergeant. May I ask why you're calling?" Blaine, like Kurt, was slightly confused as to why they were getting a call so soon after being at the station.
"Well, I'm calling to give you the good news, after you left, me and some of the other guys split up and we all took one of your attackers. Seems like once they're taken out of the group they're not so tough. Each and every one confessed and ratted out the others."
Blaine was so in shock he could barley move, "Really? Like, actually?"
Sergeant Collins laughed as he replied, "Of course! Why would I lie to you about this?"
"I-I don't know. I just wasn't expecting this." Blaine was staring ahead not really noticing what was going on. Kurt gave him a slightly questioning look, but it was mostly worry.
"Blaine, babe, what's going on? Why do you look scared?" Blaine just waved Kurt's questions away.
"So is that it? Are we done?" Blaine was still trying to wrap his head around the situation.
"That's it. Aside from your injuries, you don't have anything left to worry about." For the first time Blaine could actually tell Sergeant Collins was smiling, he could hear it in his voice.
"Well that's great! Thanks Sergeant!" Now Kurt was even more confused, a moment ago Blaine himself was looking confused, but now he had one of the biggest smiles Kurt had ever scene.
"No problem Mr. Anderson, it's my pleasure," With that Blaine hung up and threw his arms around Kurt. He kissed Kurt's neck up and down lightly. Kurt returned the hug but was still majorly confused.
"You know Blaine, I would appreciate it greatly if you told me what was going on," Blaine unwrapped Kurt from his hug and held him at arms length. He had a grin on his face that Kurt had only seen a few times (When they first met, when Kurt got into design school, and when Blaine moved in with him).
"It's done, no more," Blaine was so excited that he could barely stop himself from screaming the good news to the world.
"What?" Kurt, on the other hand, didn't try to hold back his excitement.
"Yeah! They all confessed!" Blaine could no longer hold in his excitement, at this point he was crying tears of joy. He took his hands off Kurt's shoulders moving them to play with the hair on the back of Kurt's neck before pulling him into a mind freezing kiss. They staid like that until they were gasping for air.
"How about we go celebrate?" Kurt said with a smile so smug that it could only one thing.
Blaine smirked, testing Kurt, "Now how is that supposed to work with both my casts?"
"Oh I have my ways"
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The next few months flew by in an array of sex, work, and sex. It was now 6th months after the attack and the only reminisce were the casts on Blaine's leg and arm, and today was the day he was getting them off. He and Kurt sat in the waiting room talking about nothing, and Blaine's mind wondered back to that night. He hadn't though about it for months really but siting there he remembered all the horrible things that had happened to him. He didn't really know how to deal with it, for the past few months he'd just been ignoring it. He was pondering other ways to deal with it when he heard his name being called.
"Blaine Anderson?" It was coming from a young looking brunet nurse, who seemed to have just come back from a vacation because she was incredibly tan.
She must have said it before, because Kurt was elbowing him in the side to try to get his attention. "Oh, yeah. That's me, sorry."
"No problem Mr. Anderson," Both Kurt and Blaine stood and shook hands with the nurse, "Hello I'm Nurse Fairway, if you would follow me please. You're here to see Dr. Smith I see."
"Umm, yeah, I just need to get my casts taken off." Blaine was still seemingly sorrow and Kurt could tell.
"Alright, So you were born 6/17/1994"
"Yep"
"Any allergies?"
"Nope"
"Do you smoke?" And the questions went on until they reached the room where they removed casts. "Alright, here we are, you can take a seat until Dr. Smith comes in. It shouldn't be long," So Kurt and Blaine sat and Nurse Fairway left placing Blaine's chart in the basket outside the door.
Just as Kurt was about to ask Blaine if something was wrong there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Kurt requested.
"Hello Mr. Anderson, and ahhhh Mr. Hummel I presume?" Dr. Smith inquired looking at Kurt.
"Yes, how did you know?" Kurt was staring confusedly at the doctor.
"Dr. Wells informed me that you would probably be tagging along." Kurt looked anywhere but the doctor and nodded his head while trying to hide the blush that was creeping up his cheeks.
Blaine cut in, trying to minimize Kurt's embarrassment, "How exactly do you take off a cast? I've broken bones before put I was so panicked about getting the cast off that they gave me some of that laughing gas, and I don't really remember the rest," Blaine was trying not to focus on why he had panicked last time.
"Well I'll take this saw-like-thing and cut down all the way down the cast, it's really quite simple. And no need to worry, it's not an actual saw, it's not sharp and instead of spinning it just vibrates, it works on air pressure. No big deal, I promise. I've done this hundreds of times," Once he was done talking he held up this cylindrical metal thing with and round blunt saw at the top and a tube at the bottom connecting it to a pressurized air container.
"Okay, I can deal with that," Blaine looked slightly nervous, but he had defiantly grown up since freshmen year of high school, he could handle this.
"Alright, I start with the leg. If you would please lie down on the bed," Blaine took a deep breath and lied down and the doctor's room bed that was in the center of this room, that was a lot bigger then most, and had a lot of tools that he hoped would never be used on him.
The cast cutting went quickly, or at least it seemed quick to Blaine who, in fear of flashbacks, had gone to his happy place; a small house in the suburbs of New York, just him, Kurt, and a little girl running around watering the flowers in their garden using a toy watering can she had insisted she must have. He knew it was still a while away, hell they weren't even engaged yet, but it was a nice thought. His best actually.