A/N: Hello lovelies! I wanted to get at least one more update in before I disappear for awhile. Senior year starts Monday! Holy shit! So, here you go. I hope it holds you guys over till the next update-I can't tell you when that'll be though. :(
Warnings: Language.
"Babe, it's your turn." Santana mumbled into her pillow before rolling over and burrowing deeper into the blankets. Blaine could hear one of the kids crying and he groaned as he threw the covers off of him and climbing out of bed. He looked over at his wife fast asleep again, then to the clock on the table that read 4:55am.
"Jesus chriiiiiiiiiiiiist!" Blaine groaned. He walked out into the hallway in his boxers, shivering at the cold air and padded his way to Flynn's room which was closest, he looked in on the slightly snoring child and smiled before placing a gentle kiss to his forehead. He turned and went to Melody's room, where he took in the crying child and flushed face. "Mel oh Mel, oh Mel, what are we going to do with you!" he sing-songed lifting her out of the crib and placing a hand to her forehead, "Mel! You're heating up! Uh oh!" he bounced the child slightly as he made his way back over to the master bedroom, ripping the blankets off of Santana- "Baby, Baby, Baby, Ohh!" Blaine sang, "Our baby girl is heating up!"
"God Blaine! It's fucking cold in here!"
"Well, maybe if you slept with clothes on...wait, on second thought-ignore that. I like when you sleep naked." he said, leaning down to kiss her. "I don't know what to do-they've never gotten sick before. She won't stop crying, and she's really hot."
"Here, lemme have her, and you go get Flynn-I hear him starting up." in fact, when Blaine listened closer he did hear Flynn's tiny whimpers coming from his room.
Flynn was standing up in his crib with tears on his cheeks, but only making slight whimpers while one hand was at his ear and the other had a thumb in his mouth.
"Oh, baby boy." picking Flynn up, he placed a kiss to his head and realized that he was too warming up. "Babe! Flynnie's warm too! I think we've got the end of the world epidemic!"
"Shut up. That's not funny!"
"I thought it was..." Blaine mumbled. "Do you think we should call a doctor?"
"Babe, it's 5 in the morning-no one's open."
"We could take them to the emergency room!"
"I don't think it's that seri-" Santana was cut off as Melody lost her bedtime bottle's contents down the front of her robe she threw on. "...ous. Damnit."
"Alright, come on. We're going to the hospital-I don't know what's going on, so we're going."
"Hun, calm down. Our babies are gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay."
The two of them strapped the two crying babies into their respective car seats in the back of Santana's white escalade with Blaine driving and Santana in the back between the two trying to calm them down.
"Babe! Slow down! I don't want to die in a car accident on the way to the hospital!"
"Well, I don't want our babies to die in the car of their unknown sickness on the way to the hospital!" Blaine eased up on the gas, but was still going a bit over the speed limit when he looked in the rear-view mirror to see flashing lights right on his tail, "God damnit!"
"Seriously! Cops! At 5 in the fucking morning?! Don't they have donuts to be scarfing down their ungodly beer bellies! Shh, baby, it's okay, it's oka-" it was apparently Flynn's turn to lose his bedtime bottle, because he spit up all down the front of his pajamas and then continued to cry even harder than before. Blaine pulled over and slowed to a stop before rolling down his window, grabbing his license and registration out of the glove department and shooting Santana a look in the rearview.
"Good morning, sir." Blaine yelled over the crying babies in the back,
"Good morning. Did you know that you were driving 55 mph in a 30 mph zone, sir?"
"I did, I'm sorry. It's just, I'm a first time father-and both of my kids are spitting up and crying and god, I don't know what I'm doing! And I just, we jumped in the car and we're on our way to the hospital, and god I just don't want them to die! I don't know what's going on!"
"Calm down, sir. I understand. I'll let you off with a warning, but please drive the speed limit the rest of the way?"
"Yes sir! Thank you sir! Oh, god thank you!" the officer nodded and walked back to his patrol car, before driving away. Blaine waited till he was a ways in front of him before getting back on the highway and continued slightly speeding his way to the hospital.
Once they arrived, Blaine grabbed both of the kids and headed into the ER,
"Excuse me! I don't know what's happening to my kids!" he shouted at the receptionist.
"Calm down, sir. What's going on?"
"Well, Mel woke us up at like, 5, crying and she was hot, and then Flynn started whimpering and rubbing at his ear and felt really hot too, and then Mel threw up on her mom who's still in the car, and then Flynn started crying even harder so I didn't know what to do, our family doctor isn't open at 5 in the morning, and then we got in the car and came here and then Flynn threw up, and then Mel's been coughing and spitting up the whole time and god, what's going on!"
"Sir. Please sit down, we'll try to take you back as soon as possible."
"Thank you!" Blaine couldn't sit, so he continued pacing around the waiting room trying to sooth his two hysterical children. He looked around him at the other people in the room with him staring at him with a mixture of expressions that ranged from annoyed to sympathetic and one seemed envious. There was a couple sitting in the corner with a small child who was cradling her arm close to her chest crying, another man had his hand pressed into his side and sitting bent over, another couple had a teenage son who was sitting with his leg propped up on the chair next to him, his ankle seemed to be swollen or something.
"Babe, I just called Kurt and told him to meet us here rather than the house. He's on his way."
"Oh god, did you wake him up! I feel terrible! He hasn't even been our nanny for a whole day and here we are, calling him to come to the hospital, god this is terrible!" He said, handing over Flynn. They went and sat down near the receptionist's desk, Santana cradling Flynn and softly singing to him trying to calm him down, while Blaine had Mel on his lap with a trashcan under her chin, so that she wouldn't make a mess on the floor. He was softly stroking her hair, and rubbing comforting circles on her back.
They'd been sitting there for maybe fifteen minutes, and they still hadn't been called back-Flynn started throwing up again, so now he had a trashcan under his chin, and they were still heating up. The only person that had been called back had been the young boy who had apparently broken his ankle-because they took him back in a wheelchair and he had screamed when they touched it and he saw blood and something poking out of it. He looked up when he heard the door open, and had never been so relieved to see someone. Kurt strolled in through the door in tight black skinny jeans and a dark green Henley, with a satchel positioned over his shoulder and two huge cups of coffee.
"Cinnamon Caramel Mocha for the lady, and a Medium Drip for the mister." he said, handing over the appropriate coffees
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"Oh god, Kurt, you're a lifesaver. Mmm, Thank you so much!" Santana purred taking a huge gulp from her steaming cup.
"Thanks, Kurt! I'm sorry, your first day on the job officially and we're stuck in the hospital waiting room."
"Oh, no worries. I'll be right back." he went up to the receptionist's desk and started talking to her quite forcefully, till the receptionist reluctantly picked up the phone, and over the intercom Blaine heard,
"Carol Hummel-Hudson, please come to the ER." Kurt looked satisfied and came back and took Flynn from Santana when she said she had to use the little ladies' room.
"Oh, Flynn. What's going on bud!" he asked the little boy who was still crying.
"Kurt! I wasn't expecting to see you here! What's going on! Oh my god! You got married and adopted kids! What the hell! You've only been gone for a month!"
"Carol! This is Blaine Anderson-I work for him and his wife, who's currently in the restroom. I nanny their kids; who just happen to be sick. I'm pretty sure they've both got a stomach virus, but Flynn looks like he also has an ear infection."
"Oh thank god! I don't know how Burt would've been able to handle that news...but okay! Let's bring them back and take a look, shall we?" She smiled up at Blaine and extended her hand, "Hello. I'm Carol Hummel-Hudson; Kurt's step mom."
"It's a pleasure." Blaine returned the gesture, before gesturing up towards the Latino walking towards them, "and this is my wife, Santana. Hun, this is Kurt's step-mom, she's a..."
"I'm a nurse; but I can help you. Follow me." She smiled warmly, before leading the way down the hallway to an open room.
Carol went through the normal ABC check up* before looking in Flynn's ear and shaking her head, "Poor boy. His ear is severely infected. He's going to need to go on anti-biotics and drops for a bit. The girl on the other hand, her ears look perfect-but I agree with Kurt, they both have a slight stomach virus and small fevers; nothing too severe. I'll give them some Tylenol to drop their temperatures and for the stomach virus; it only seems like a 24 hour bug, which unfortunately you'll just have to wait out." Blaine and Santana nodded, before Blaine nodded and left the room.
"Where's Blaine going?"
"He's going to call his boss-he's taking today off again, to be with the kids. I, on the other hand, cannot. So I'm going to leave as soon as Blaine get's back in, so that I can go home and get ready for work. Would it be okay if you bring Blaine and the kids back to our house? I'm taking the escalade and we only brought one car."
"Oh yeah, that's fine!" Shortly after he left, Blaine returned with a slight smile, which Kurt couldn't help but admire-he looked so adorable, in his worn looking flannel pajama pants and t-shirt, with his brown curls all mussed up atop his head, while Santana, although in the same state as he, looked stunning. She was in silky purple pajama pants, with a matching top and her long hair was divided into two low piggy tails.
"Alright, we'll I'm leaving. Thank you for coming Kurt, and thank you Carol!" She said, smiling, before walking over to where the two kids were sitting on the bed, looking at each other with expressions that no one could place, she pressed kisses to both of their heads before kissing Blaine on her way out the door. Kurt looked on as Blaine watched Santana walk away, slightly shaking her hips and he ran a hand through his head, muttering low enough that Kurt couldn't hear, but could imagine.
Kurt stood back, holding the two children as Blaine signed them out and paid the upfront ER fee, which he claimed was ridiculous, before they walked out to Kurt's black Ford Fusion,
"Shit. I don't have their car seats..." Kurt muttered, Blaine just chuckled,
"You drive, I'll sit in the back with both of them on my lap with all three seatbelts on."
"Oh god, this is a disaster waiting to happen."
"I mean, we can always wait here, call Santana at work, piss her off, and wait another hour till she returns with the car seats, swearing and fuming...or, we can take a little risk, and be home in a half an hour." Blaine looked up at him with a slight smile and puppy dog eyes, "Come on Kurt, if you drive carefully, nothing should happen and the kids should be fine."
"Ugh. But if either of them get throw up on the interior, you're buying me a new car!"
"Deal."
Kurt got about halfway home, without a single problem, till all of a sudden he looked in the rearview to see flashing lights on his tail.
"What the fuck! I'm not even speeding!" He pulled over, grabbed his registration and disconnected and waited for the officer to approach his window.
"Oh shit, it's the same cop."
"Same cop? What?"
"Well, we got pulled over on the way to the hospital for speeding..and well, that's the same cop."
"Fuck, Blaine! Uh, good morning officer!" Kurt muttered,
"Good morning. Did you know that your rear right brake light is out? Wait. Don't I know you?" He asked, looking back at Blaine holding the two children in his lap.
"Yeah, see, you kind of pulled us over this morning for speeding..."
"Yeah, you were freaking out on the way to the hospital, right?"
"Yup. That'd be us."
"Well. Seeing as you do not have car seats, for two kids, I'm going to have to fine you too."
"God damnit." Kurt muttered. The officer wrote our two tickets, one for Kurt's brake light-which wasn't too much, just $40, while Blaine's ticket was much more, and Blaine didn't hide the fact that it pissed him off.
"Just because I have two kids who aren't in car seats for a thirty minute drive, he feels the need to fine be $300 fucking dollars! Oh, and on top of that he threw on another $75 for speeding this morning! What the fuck!"
"Blaine, you're committing a crime, no shit he's going to fine you."
"But, $300 fucking dollars! Just take me home, Kurt. This is pissing me off, and me pissed off is a dangerous atmosphere for the kids, and you."
"Oh, only you being pissed is the danger in this situation?" Kurt scoffed. The rest of the drive home was silent till Melody threw up all over the back seat on Kurt's car. "I want a navy range rover. And I expect it for Christmas." Kurt said between his teeth, before turning the music up and continued driving.
A/N: I don't want to start their day together, because this is a pretty long chapter already! I hope you liked it, I don't really know what the hell was going on-I just kinda started writing, and it flowed and this is what came of my beginning! Ummm. I don't know what happens when you get pulled over by a cop-I don't know the usual amount of fines, I'm sorry. I'm not doing much research, I know, I should, but I don't have time. I'm sorry, and I hope you like the chapter.
I'll hopefully be updating soon! :)
*ABC Checkup is when you check the patient's Airways, Breathing, and Circulation. It's one of the first steps of performing CPR, but, I thought Carol would use it because...well, she's a nurse and that's about the extent of my medical knowledge. ;)