A/N:This is just a little bit of venting that requires a tiny bit of explanation. I have nothing against nurses. I love nurses. I think they're invaluable. I also have nothing against receptionist. I was a receptionist for many, many years and I know first hand just how daunting that job is. But every once in a while you get one that just…ergh…and it's usually at the pediatrician's office. Now why do I add the thing about the nurses? Because a lot of people assume that the people who work the front desk at the dr. are nurses. This isn't always true. It is at my children's dr.'s office. This is my way of blowing off steam about something that happened last Sunday when we had an emergency with our baby. I'm just trying to make it funny… (P. S. What happened in the story didn't happen to us…)

Phew…that said.

This is a second part to the one-shot I wrote a million years ago called 'Daddies'. Kurt and Sebastian take Thomas to his pediatrician Wes (I made his last name Leung because I couldn't find Wes's last name), and Sebastian has it out with the receptionist.

"Hummel…Smythe…" Sebastian growled through a jaw clenched so tight he could barely breathe. "Thomas…Hummel…Smythe…"

"I know, sir," the severe receptionist returned, completely unmoved by Sebastian's mounting anger. "But your son is still not on the list of appointments for today."

"That's probably because my husband just talked to Wes not five minutes ago," Sebastian said, his fingers curling and uncurling in tight fists on the counter.

"Do you mean Dr. Leung?" the nurse returned condescendingly. Sebastian rolled his eyes.

"To you maybe. You didn't sleep next to him for two years in high school."

The nurse appeared slightly offended at that comment, which Sebastian chalked up as a win.

"Look," the nurse said, handing Sebastian a clipboard, "you are more than welcome to fill out this admissions paperwork and wait with all of the other walk-ins. F.Y.I. it's about a two hour wait." Sebastian was sure he saw the evil woman grimace, but he knew that Kurt would withhold sex for at least a week if he dropped this woman like a hot potato here on the floor. Sebastian grabbed the clipboard with as much venom as he could put into picking something up, and reached for the sparkly little recycled soup can filled with flower pens, but when Nurse Ratched saw him reach for one, she grabbed it away. He looked at her with his jaw dropped.

"What the fuck?" he groaned.

"Those aren't for the patients," she said coolly, replacing it with a plain white mug filled with blue BIC ballpoint pens.

"But the other receptionist let us use the flower pens," Sebastian groused loudly.

"Yes, well, the other receptionist isn't here."

"Yeah…and the other receptionist isn't a bitch!" Sebastian spat out.

The woman stood up and slammed her hands on the desk.

"I will not be spoken to that way," she said, jutting her chin and her tiny, upturned nose into the air.

"Yeah, well, you should have probably thought about that before you left your house and said 'You know what? I think I'm going to be a bitch to some poor sick little kid's parents today!'"

From the chorus of snickers that arose in the waiting room around him, Sebastian suspected he wasn't the only one.

Kurt sighed, having snuck in with Thomas sometime after the pen argument and met Wes at the inside office door.

"Kurt," Wes said, smiling warmly. "It's so nice to see you. How is Thomas feeling?"

"His throat hurts," Kurt said, keeping a hand around the shy little boy hiding behind his legs. "And I think he has an ear infection."

"I see," Wes said, looking at Thomas thoughtfully, then pulling a sudden, maniacal face that made the wary boy giggle. Wes shook his head at the ruckus coming from the front desk.

"Sebastian?" Wes called out over the bickering.

Sebastian stopped mid-insult and his head snapped in Wes's direction. His red, twisted face relaxed into a smooth and charming grin.

"Wes, dude! Thank God you're here."

"Is everything alright?" Wes asked.

Before the nurse could put in her two-cents, Sebastian pointed at her accusingly.

"I don't like her," he said petulantly. "She's being mean to me."

Wes looked from Sebastian to the smug nurse rolling her eyes. Wes raised an eyebrow in her direction and the woman actually froze.

"Noted," Wes said. Kurt had to bite his lip and turn his face away to muffle his laughter at the look of dread on the woman's face. "Anything else?"

"Yes." Sebastian stood to his full height, straightening his wrinkled shirt. "She won't let me use the flower pens."

Wes looked back at the now cowering woman, and made a subtle gesture with his head. She moved quickly but stiffly, returning the sparkly pen can back up to its place on the counter. Sebastian rubbed his hands together and plucked one of the pens, a purple gerbera, out of the can. He carried it with the clipboard and joined his family at the office door, throwing one last superior look over his shoulder as he went.

Wes simply shook his head as he led the way.

"Was that really necessary?" Kurt asked.

"Yes," Sebastian said as he held the door open wide for his husband and son, "yes, it was."